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 …
"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.
ooOoo
"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.
Chapter 28
"At first light"
Song inspiration: "Hit the road Jack" from the one and only, Ray Charles
At the first rays of light, Elijah had silently dressed himself of a black, long sleeves t-shirt and a dark grey pair of jeans. He had peaked through the lace curtains, pushing the heavy ones first, to glance at the early exterior commotion. Petrov's men were obviously in operation "get on the route", with a few commando jeeps and cargo vans parked in front of the mansion.
After his early inspection, he had replaced the curtains in place to not disturb what would probably be Katerina's last hours of sleep, and had slowly approached the bed, a tender smile blessing the manly curves of his lips.
His wife had fallen asleep in the late hours of the night, comfortably resting in the comfort of her husband arms, with her head resting on his chest. Now, her long brown curls were scattered on the pillow, bed sheet lowered on the small of her back, with the tempting curves of her breasts resting on the silk fabric; eyelashes trembling under the intensity of her dreams. Was she dreaming of him? He could only wonder and hope at the same time.
The Original approached the bed, slowly sliding the tip of his fingers on the silkiness of her skin. Who could have predicted the power that young Russian woman would have on him? The intense rush of love he would feel while just looking at her? What had happened between the two of them last night, was beyond desire and lust, it had pierced his soul, with Katerina's hot iron mark left on his heart. He was "hers" way more that she could ever be "his".
"I'm yours my sweet love…Always and forever." He whispered, tenderly; blessing the top of her head of a sweet kiss, before turning on his heels to leave the bedroom.
ooOoo
The low creak sound of the door opening on its arch made Katerina startled in surprise. She suddenly rushed outside the luxury bathroom, a body towel wrapped around her chest.
"I thought you'd left?" She exclaimed, a hand rose over her neck; unusual whiteness filling her complexion. "I mean, I wasn't sure where you were?"
"Leaving you…What kind of a fool do you think your husband is after the time we had shared together last night, Katerina?" Elijah replied, winking playfully at his wife; raising a few blood bags in his hands, before dropping them on the nearby dresser. "I went to find blood for you. Take your time with this." He explained, calmly. She had promised to try to conform herself to blood bags, but he knew it was still a sour subject for her. At the same time, Katerina was a woman of words, and she would try; of that he was certain.
"I thought that maybe last night had been too much for you, that you wouldn't see me the same way at first light?" Katerina lowered her head, redness filling both her cheeks.
"And what way is that, my love?" Elijah questioned, reaching her standing position; slowly sliding his right hand behind her neck to bring her in a closer proximity of his heated body, his lips brushing her forehead.
"You're the only man able to spread shivers down my spine with a simple forehead kiss." She confessed, humbly; closing her eyes to wrap herself of her husband scent.
"I'm a blessed man then." He responded, smiling. "You've spread fire inside my veins, Katerina; filling me with desire and love that could only be consume in your arms." He whispered, raising her chin with his lips mouthing the tender words on hers. "I thought we've agreed to never put ourselves down again?" He searched the truth in her eyes.
"Yes, Elijah; we did." Katerina nodded, a ghost of a smile spreading on her lips. "I never thought you would fall for me, never!" She shook her head, still in disbeliefs. "But…" She closed her eyes, tears filling her eyelids. "I fell for you so hard; I'm so in love with you that each day I'm so afraid of losing you, because I would die inside if ever you would leave me."
"This is not falling, beautiful, you're my wife, my home, my life; it's me who doesn't deserve you, Katerina." He confessed, himself; cupping her beautiful face with both hands. "You'll never lose me, my love; we're "one", now and forever." He added, slowly turning her around to face the foot length mirror, before releasing the clips in her hair; brown cascade of curls falling freely on her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Katerina questioned.
"Brushing your hair… Something I've always wanted to do since the first day I laid my eyes on you." Elijah replied, a smile spreading on his lips; while starting to softly brush her scalp. "We need to get going; Petrov prepared a convoy of commando jeeps outside."
"I know I saw the commotion and the convoy." She nodded. "Do you remember the first day I saw you myself, I had the idiotic thought that you were old?" Katerina commented, laughter escaping her lips; while closing her eyes to appreciate his soft caresses in her hair. "Please, don't stop – It is heaven, Elijah!"
"I don't intend to stop, beautiful." Elijah whispered, brushing the top of her head of a kiss. "Well; technically you were right, I'm the oldest man you must have met; with the exception of my siblings." He teased. "And now, what do you think of your husband?" He asked, wondering.
Katerina reopened her eyes, slowly turning on her heels to face the man she had fallen deeply in love with, before grabbing the hairbrush from his hands, only to drop it on a nearby side table.
"Now I think you're the sexiest bastard I could have found myself." She replied, mocker; fisting his t-shirt with both hands. "And dress like this, without your three pieces suit, I could seriously do some serious damage to my husband, if we didn't need to leave as soon as possible, that is."
"I hold you up to those words; and I will remind them to you later." Elijah winked, playfully; pulling on her body towel to drop it on the wooden floor a second later, before grabbing a set of clean clothes she had prepared or and dropped on a nearby chair. "I'll dress you up now." He informed, while grabbing a pair of panties. "Slide your legs in the openings?" He suggested, kneeling in front of Katerina's naked body.
"What? Elijah, I … I don't understand… What are you doing?" She inquired, while obeying his order nonetheless; holding her equilibrium with both hands resting on his shoulders.
"What? You think there's only pleasure in undressing you, Katerina?" Elijah smirked. "Then, how little you know about how perverted your husband can be?" He added, playfully; sensually raising the lace fabric on the length of her legs, his hands sending a fire deep down inside her core.
"Oh God, you'll be the death of me, Elijah Mikaelson!" Katerina moaned, softly.
"No beautiful; it's you who'll be the death of me." Elijah replied, raising the fabric on her butt, before softly kissing the soft skin of her belly.
Klaus Mikaelson leaped in his sleep, trail of sweats rolling down his forehead, with a cold shiver hitting his spine… Was it a bad dream or a strange premonition, he couldn't remember or say? Carolina? Where was "his" wife?
"Carolina?" The call escaped his lips in a low cry, with wide opened eyes.
The silent space was filled with the first light of sunshine infiltrating the bedroom by the curtains. He frantically scattered the room, finally hearing the soft moan escape "her" lips, before feeling the warm of her body reaching for his heat. She was here! In the comfort of his arms and his call hasn't waked her up… Thank goodness!
Incoherent words escaped Carolina's lips; while her left leg wrapped itself around Klaus's pelvic area, her left hand roaming on his muscular chest. She looked comfortable and at ease with herself, while lying in his arms.
What had happened last night? Did he abuse her once again? He raised his left hand to stroke his eyelids in hope of regaining his short memory, before laying his forearm on top of his eyes. No, no … It wasn't like that, not this time around. Carolina had responded to his perverted passion with the same lust filling the blood in her veins. She had surprised him with her reckless erotic demands and response to his own sexual fantasies. She was his better half in every ways possible. But, was he deserving of her, or was she simply morphing into what she thought he wanted from her?
"If you continue to pout crazy ideas in this head of yours, and pull yourself away from me, like you're doing now, Klaus Mikaelson; I'll have no other choices but to find the sharpest knife in this mansion and cut your manhood in so many pieces that you won't be able to put your cock back together!" He heard Carolina's sharp threat before turning his glance toward his wife, a surprised and speechless expression plastered on his face.
"What?" He questioned, dazed beyond belief; before bursting into loud laughter. "Oh Love; are you even for real?"
"I'm not joking you jerk!" Carolina busted, while hitting his chest of her closed fists. "Don't do this to me again, Klaus!" She warned, once more. "Or I swear that I'll do it!"
The Originals suddenly rolled on himself, trapping both of Carolina's wrists in a firm grip of his left hand above her head; his body pushing her own with its weight.
"What if… What if I'm right to worry about you, Carolina? What if last night was a new experience for you, but not what you would really want on the long term?" Klaus warned her, his right hand sliding on the soft and tempting curves of her breasts, softly pinching their tips while sending a mix of pain and pleasure down her spine. "I'm a beast, Carolina; what is telling me that you could handle me, that you could handle my sexual needs and appetite?"
"You're an asshole!" Carolina lashed out to his face. "What is telling you that it's not what I wanted and still want too, except for the fact that you're too much of a coward to even take a chance and find out?" She added, angrily. "But that would mean giving all of yourself to me, and stop being the victim like you've always loved to be. Isn't it frightening to know that another human being can have this power over you?"
"What is telling you that I won't physically hurt you again, Carolina? Last night, I've pushed your sexual boundaries; and you've accepted it. But, what is telling me that you will next time?" Klaus mumbled, angrily; between his teeth. "Tell me, did I hurt you last night? Or were you just pushed to meet me half-way?" He demanded an answer, painfully striking her erected nipples.
"Oh…" She let a moan of pleasure escape her lips, while closing her eyes. "No, you didn't … I mean, yes…"
"Which one is it, Love; yes or no?" Klaus wondered, suddenly so worried he could have physically hurt her.
"Yes, you've hurt me last night, in the sense that I'm not even certain that I'll be able to walk straight today." Carolina teased while reopening her eyes to meet his fiery sight, a ghost of a smile blessing her full lips. "And yes, you're hurting me now, because the only thing I can think is for you to be in me again, and you're doing your damn best to pushing me away, and not giving me what I want!" She busted, unhappy.
Klaus released his grip on his wife's wrists, nervously passing a hand over his face to calm himself down. He couldn't think straight anymore, she was holding him by the balls… Literally!
"You do not believe me? You do not believe my words to you? You think this is not what I want also, because I was unexperienced, and because I made you believe that I wanted the perfect fairy-tale with the perfect prince?" Carolina arched an eyebrow, before grabbing his left hand, only to slide it between her legs. "Does this feel real to you then? How much I'm dripping of wetness for my husband? How since I wake up the only thought that was filling my head was for you to fill me up into my core until it would hurt with the kind of pain that merge rapidly into pleasure?"
"Damn you, Carolina… Damn you!" Klaus growled, loudly; his head buried into the hollow of her right shoulder, while his lips left a trail of fire on her neck; with his wandering fingers caressing her wet folds, before slowly sliding two of them, deep inside her walls.
"Come inside me, Klaus, or I'll die!" She exclaimed, both hands grabbing the longer locks at the base of his neck, like her life depended on it.
And then she felt him between her legs, stretching her entrance, filling her in a single thrust to the hilt, that left her panting and screaming for more.
ooOoo
Klaus raised the warm cup of coffee to his lips. He had dressed himself of a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt and was now standing in front of the bedroom window, sliding the curtains to take a good look at the outdoor commotion that was taking place in front of the mansion.
"Will you turn me one day?" Carolina questioned, while standing at a few feet of distance from his own standing position, fully dressed of a pair of jeans and a black sweater.
"I don't know." Klaus responded, truthfully; while turning his head to take a glimpse at his wife.
"Do you want to turn me one day?" She continued to question.
"Is it the one hundred questions game, Carolina?" He sighed loudly at her stubbornness.
"I just … I just want you to be frank with me for once?" She shrugged, while rubbing her hands together.
"Yes, I want to turn you one day." Klaus nodded, while swallowing a lump in his throat. "But, I'm also against it." He confessed.
"Thank you for your truthfulness." Carolina addressed her husband a smile. "What is going on?" She wondered, reaching his standing position; before encircling his waist with both arms; her head resting on his chest.
"Petrov is planning a gateway mission, apparently. I guess we should get outside." Klaus informed, lowering his sight to his wife, only to grab Carolina's chin to bless her parted lips of a kiss. "Do you even know what you're getting yourself into with me, Love?" He questioned, before kissing her again.
"Mm…" Carolina moaned the sound over his full lips. "Let me see? Pure bliss of happiness, best sex ever, and I suppose a few jousts when you'll be too stubborn to allow me to be right? Am I even close?" She teased, a smile spreading on her lips. "I love you." She finally confessed, before brushing her lips on the left side of his neck. "I had no idea what that meant before meeting you, Klaus Mikaelson."
Klaus closed his eyes, the warmest feeling filling the deepness of his soul. Not only this young human woman was holding him by the balls, but she was holding his heart as well!
"I love you too, Carolina Petrova Mikaelson." Klaus confessed, eyes closed; a single tear rolling on his left cheek. "But I perfectly know that I don't deserve this, I don't deserve you."
"Shush!" Carolina shushed him, while placing one finger in top of his lips. "I prefer when you're silent and kiss me." She commented, before rising on the tips of her toes to brush his lips.
"You were not permitted to leave the bed, Miss Bennett! Not before I could at least make you scream one more time." Kol smirked, glimpsing at her naked silhouette placed in front of the lace curtains, while lying comfortably on his chest, both arms raised over his head, on the pillow. "And, could you push yourself away from the window! I don't want Petrov's men to take a look at my girlfriend's naked body." He growled, unhappy.
"Who says that I'm your girlfriend, Kol? That's what you think because we've slept together? For your guidance, nobody else was available, I was bored – We had a hook-up." Bonnie shrugged, playfully; pushing the lace curtain to take a better look at the commotion in front of the mansion. "You should take a look at what is going on outside. There's a convoy of commando jeeps placed in front of the gate."
"I will as soon as I'll push your beautiful naked body away from the "open-view"!" Bonnie heard the soft whisper and felt the warm breath brushing her earlobe, two sets of strong hands pushing her back into the bedroom.
"Hey! You're not my keeper, Kol Mikaelson; I'm my own woman!" Bonnie busted, both closed fists placed on each side of her waist.
"Last night, you've decided to give yourself to me, therefore you became "my" woman, Bonnie – And I hate for all these perverts to take a look at what is mine." Kol replied, while sliding the curtains to take a good look at the excitement that was taking place outside the mansion's walls. "Petrov is preparing an obvious "get the fuck away from here" mission." He added, while pushing the curtain in front of the window; before turning his attention back to Bonnie. "Now where were we, gorgeous?"
"Your woman… As in: your possession? You are kidding, right? It's one of your many missed jokes, I suppose?" Bonnie crossed her arms in front of her naked chest, while stomping her bare right foot on the wooden floor. "And you were standing naked as the day that you were born in front of the said window as well, what's the damn difference?" She lashed out, angrily. "No one was even looking at the window; they are too busy following Petrov's orders."
"Well, it's only fair these gentlemen take a look at the Adonis that I am, and felt a pinch of regret in their hearts, realizing that they are not remotely looking as good as me." Kol grinned, while sliding both hands on the length of his body. "After all, certain parts of my anatomy are way above average, would you say, darling?" He winked at the young witch. "You seemed to have enjoyed one particular part last night, or am I mistaking?"
"What an asshole you are, Kol! I can't even process it." Bonnie shook her head in disbelief, before turning on herself to scatter the bedroom to find her clothes. "And cover yourself for God sake!" She threw to his face his pair of jeans.
"So, let me get this straight? It's ok for you to wander around naked; while driving me insane with desire for you?" Kol grabbed the fabric, while tossing it on the bed. "But, it's not ok for me to do the same?"
"I'm a free spirited girl; I've always wander around naked inside my own place." Bonnie shrugged. "Gosh! What am I going to put on my back? These have been worn for two days in a row already?" She pouted, while throwing the clothes at her feet.
"Ask the girls, there must be something in their suitcases they could share with you." Kol offered the solution, while grabbing an extra pair of jeans and t-shirt from a near backpack bag. "Or… You could wear your "boyfriend" clothes, and get me hard as a rock while knowing that my clothes are touching every inches of your delightful flesh, darling?" He winked, while handing her a set of clean clothes, boyfriend cut jean and white t-shirt.
"How come you got these?" Bonnie asked, redness filling both of her cheeks. That man had a way to get her hot and bothered in a time space of a few seconds, mostly with his seductive smile. And she was not about to give in on him so easily. Even, if last night has been one of the best experiences at having sex she had ever had until now.
"It's from my dear brother "I think of everything" Elijah. He thought of bringing spare clothes for his youngest sibling." Kol informed Bonnie, evasively. "You take them or not?" The offer won't last forever you know?" He pushed her boundaries.
"I'll take them, Jerk! And this is just because I don't want to pass one additional day in my used ones." Bonnie pulled the clothes away from his hands, while forbidding herself to look at Kol's naked body. "Do you have an additional leather belt? Or I'll obviously lose the jeans on my hips, down my legs!"
"It's coming right up, darling!" Kol grabbed one, before walking back toward the young witch standing position. "You want me to spank you with it?" He winked, playfully. "We could spice our sexual life a little bit?"
"We don't have a "sexual life" and no, I want to get dressed, and obviously get outside to meet with the others." She replied, while snatching the belt away from his grip; turning on herself to dress herself.
"You're crazy about me, admit it, Bonnie Bennett?" Kol whispered, sliding both hands around her waist, while gluing his naked flesh to her back.
"Kol, we don't have time for an "encore"!" Bonnie sighed loudly, a range of shivers hitting her spine; while an intense fire reached her core. "Please?" She begged, eyes closed; with her head falling on his chest.
"I'll stop only if you'll admit that you're my girlfriend?" The original demanded. "If not; I'll take you on this wall, and I am not joking, Bonnie Bennett. You've played too much with my sanity the past few months." He added, before cupping both her butt and breasts.
"No; I won't admit to that – Can we settle for: We're having fun together for the time being?" Bonnie tried to offer a plea bargain.
"Nope, not interested in fun for the time being… I want all of you, all the time darling." Kol whispered, his lips brushing her skin while leaving a trail of fire on her neck. "I guess I'll have to remind you how good we can be then – wall it is?" He started to push the witch toward the wall placed behind their backs.
"No, no … We have no time for this, Kol!" She turned on herself, placing both hands on his muscular chest to hold his momentum.
"Then admit it, you're mine?" He narrowed his sight on the brunette.
"Would you settle for: I'm yours now?" She raised her chin, in a confrontational gesture.
"With a kiss I would." Kol grinned, before pulling Bonnie in a kissing embrace that left her hot and begging for more.
Anastassia strengthened her upper body on the bed, stretching her arms above her head before taking a quick glance at her lover, who was soundly asleep by her side. She let a seductive grin appear on her pulpous lips, biting into her bottom one; redness filling both of her cheeks.
Damon Salvatore has proved to be an amazing lover, meeting halfway her own sexual appetite and needs in the most unexpected ways, while providing her intense satisfaction and a sore body upon waking.
But with the first light came the delusions of facing the morning after, and the rude awakening to the real life. Damon had been a great one night stand; but her life was awaiting her. But, maybe one last glimpse at what she was missing wouldn't kill anyone? She wondered to herself, before raising the bed sheet to stare at the naked body of the Apollo who had shared the bed with her last night. Yes Damon Salvatore had been blessed with the right kind of equipment to satisfy a woman like her, but she had no time to dwell on the fact that he was probably the kind of man she had looking for all her life:
She very carefully pushed the bed sheet at her feet, jumping out of bed, before silently grabbing her evening dress, shoes and clutch bag; only to get dress and direct her steps toward the bedroom door a few minutes after.
"Where are you going baby?" Damon woke up, eyes half-opened; while stretching his arms above his head. "Come back to bed with me."
Damn! Why was he so damn hot and sexy?
"Thanks for last night, Damon; you were more than a good fuck … A real threat really, now I have more urgent matters to take care...Tata!" Anastassia played her role to the perfection, while waving her perfect manicured fingers at the young vampire, before turning the handle to rush into the corridor.
"What the fuck, Anastassia?" Damon jumped out of bed, naked as the day he was born; before storming out of the bedroom to walk behind her heels.
Don't make him follow me; don't make him follow me… She recited the silent prayer to herself, while accelerating her pace. It did not take long for Damon to reach the Russian bombshell, and to push her on the wall with a strong grip of his hands on both her upper arms.
"Where are you going? Why are you running away from me?" He inquired, while drowning his fiery sight in hers.
"What? Oh don't tell me you thought that sleeping with me would allow you to controlling me, Damon?" Anastassia let laughter escape her lips. "You're such a sexy fool; I took what I wanted from you, now you can do … Whatever you want, as long as it doesn't involve me."
"You're lying, baby… I could tell that you felt something last night, as much as I felt it." Damon grabbed Anastassia's chin, raising her head and sight higher to meet his own glance. "It's more than sex and you perfectly know it."
"You're delusional, Damon." The redhead shrugged, nervously swallowing a lump in her throat. "And you're standing naked in this mansion, with cameras looking at your ass at the moment; you're making a spectacle of yourself."
"I don't care, they must have seen me tied to your bed a few nights ago, it's not like this will be much different, is it, Anastassia?" Damon pushed her boundaries. "I am way more interested in the "why" you were looking at my naked self underneath the bed sheet this morning if you're not interested?" He softly whispered, his lips brushing her left earlobe. "You were hot for me, weren't you? You wanted nothing more than waking me up, and for me to tie your wrists to the headboard like I did last night, admit it? But, you're too afraid! God forbid Anastassia Petrov would admit such a thing." He added, while sliding his hot lips on her neck, down on her cleavage.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Damon?" She lied through her teeth, redness reaching both of her cheeks, while an intense range of shivers hit her spine and a more intense fire the deepness of her core. "Please, let me go; we're leaving in about an hour; my father prepared a convoy of vehicles, take a look outside if you don't believe me!"
"I don't give a fuck what your father do, wants or orders, I just want … I just want you, damn it!" Damon grabbed her head with both hands, forehead against forehead; soft breaths mixing together. "You're in my blood, I'm under your spell, you have bewitched me, Anastassia; and believe me not a lot of girls have managed that feat."
"Damon… I…" Anastassia closed her eyes, breathless.
A discreet cough made them both startled, before turning their heads simultaneously, toward the intruder.
"Alexay?" Anastassia pushed Damon at arm length.
"I did not see anything, Anastassia; and "no", before you ask, I won't repeat this … Let's call it "encounter" to your father." Petrov's right arm man rolled his eyes to the ceiling; while avoiding looking at Damon's nakedness. "The convoy is ready; your father wants you ready in about an hour."
"Thank you." She let a sigh of relief escape her lips. "This is not what you think it is, please believe me?"
"Of course it's not. I was born yesterday." Alexay rolled his eyes once more. "Now if you don't mind, Mister Salvatore; I would gladly appreciate if you could put this pair of pants to cover … Well; what's need to be covered, obviously." He winced; while throwing Damon's pants to his face.
"What… You never saw a man naked before, Alexay?" Damon growled, while sliding his legs in his pair of pants.
"In Russia, Mister Salvatore; men do their private things… Well… privately." Alexay replied, while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"You hear that, Anastassia, In Russia…" Damon repeated, while turning his glance toward the empty corridor; the redhead had vanished while leaving him to his fate.
"And it's rare that our women leave us half-naked in the middle of a corridor." Alexay added, smirking; before passing by Damon's side to lead his walk to the opposite side.
Damn her! Damn him! Damn this country!
Maria's heavy eyelids slowly rose at the first light of the morning sun, her blurry vision meeting a set of brown eyes and a sincere smile.
She pulled the bed sheet over her naked chest, redness filling both of her cheeks; before returning a timid smile to the gorgeous man lying in her bed, by her side.
"I was right you know." George commented in a low murmur, his head rose on his right upper arm and hand.
"What… I mean, what were you right about?" Maria raised the bed sheet higher, on her neck.
"You're even more beautiful with your hair spread all over the pillow." He replied, before placing a loose strand behind her left ear. "So beautiful…"
"Stop George, please…You're making me feel uncomfortable." She begged him, raising the sheet even higher. "You don't need to make small talk to me. I'm not a fragile flower that you need to pamper at the first light of the day, after a … What is it called? Oh yes … A one night stand?"
"What in the name of God, Maria?" George exclaimed, nervously passing his right hand through his tangled black curls. "And stop pulling the sheet over your head; you're hiding nothing that I did not see last night!" He grabbed the large piece of fabric, lowering it down on her waist in a strong pull; before rolling on top of her, and holding both of her wrists above her head. "Why are you ashamed of what we did?"
"I'm… I'm not, why… Why would you even think that?" Maria stammered nervously.
"You're hiding yourself from my sight, Maria!" George replied. "Haven't you realized by now, how much I'm attracted to you? How much I want to be with you?"
"It's… It's a difficult time for all of us, and … Maybe, you needed comfort? Like a motherly figure by your side, and you've mixed all these emotions in your head?" Maria swallowed a lump in her throat.
"So, I'm in need of a motherly figure then?" George repeated her say, a devious smirk raising both sides of his manly lips. "Is this feel motherly to you?" He lowered his mouth on her neck, down on her breasts, before softly striking the tip of her erected nipples with the tip of his tongue.
"George, please?" She moaned, arching her back for more of his display of affection; eyes closed with her head bended toward the back.
"I prefer when you're begging me this way, Maria." The bodyguard growled, sensually; releasing his grip on Maria's wrists, her hands suddenly reaching the base of his neck to bring her lover in a nearer proximity of her breasts, while her legs suddenly encircled his waist. "Beg, I want to hear your pretty lips beg me for more?" He suggested.
"This is wrong, so wrong…" She shook her head on the pillow.
"Says who?" George raised his head to glance at her.
"The age difference… I mean; you could be my son, do you realize that fact, George?" Maria presented her major argument redness filling her cheeks once more. "We could … We could, as adults, forget that this ever happen, and stay friends?"
"Not that again!" He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, his head resting in the hollow of her left shoulder. "Your argument is invalid, my dear; and if you think I would toss you aside after the night of passion we just shared, you're sadly mistaking, woman!" He added, before nipping at her neck. "I'm old enough to know what I want; and what I want is "you"!"
"How is that argument even invalid?" She questioned, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Well; granted that I've probably found the grandma of all female vampires for myself? How old are you in vampire years? You're more than a thousand years old, right?" George mocked openly, laughter escaping her lips.
"This is not funny!" She protested, vehemently.
"What do you want me to say? We're immortal; of course your argument is invalid!" George lowered his head to softly kiss her parted lips. "You want to be technical? Fine! Let's be technical … How old were you when you'd turned? I mean in human years?" He questioned more.
"It's been so long, I don't even remember?" Maria questioned herself, while striking her eyelids. "I must have been around 38 years of age, I think?"
"I was 30! Can we rest the subject now? We are even in the same decade!" George concluded, while grabbing her chin in his right hand.
"Who would want the heavy baggage that I'll bring into the relationship? I don't even remember my past!" She lowered her sight, ashamed of herself. "Did you even take a look at my children; or at my demented family?"
"Me! I want you and all the heavy baggage you'll bring with you. And as for your past, you don't need it. You'll build your future with me." He reassured her with an additional kiss. "And, considering that one of them is my employer; I would say yes – I took a very good look at your children!" He teased.
"Don't make fun of me!" She hid her face behind both hands.
"Oh baby! I want to do a lot of things to you, but making fun of you is not one of those." He winked, seductively.
A discreet knock on the door made them both startled in surprise.
"Maria? I mean, Mother? Are you decent?" Elijah's voice crossed the door panel. "I need to talk to you?"
"Throw me my dressing gown!" Maria rolled on herself, before jumping promptly out of bed. George copied her gesture, before throwing the silk piece of fabric to his lover.
"Yes, I'm decent, just a second Elijah; I'll open the door for you." Maria mumbled, between her teeth, tying the silk belt of her dressing gown; while her lover quickly dressed his legs of his pair of pants.
"No need for you to bother, Maria; I'm here to tell you that …" Elijah opened the door, before closing it behind his back, only to come nose to nose with his bodyguard and mother, both standing at the foot of the bed, with their arms awkwardly crossed over their chests. "Oh… I'm coming in a bad time, obviously? I thought you've said that you were decent, I …" He rapidly turned his back on them. "I'm so sorry; I knew that George, I mean… He … He was supposed to keep an eye on you under my strict orders. Obviously, I should have known?" He stammered, nervously, both hands placed on each side of his waist. Damn! Why did he open the damn door?
"Oh I can assure you that I've kept an eye on your mother, Mister Mikaelson." George promptly reached for his shirt.
"Yes, I would even say both eyes and hands." Elijah commented, nervously.
"Elijah, We … I mean…" Maria tried to save the day; nervously rubbing her hands together.
"No really, Maria; don't say another word, it's me who should explain myself." George cut her momentum.
"What if we don't even address the subject?" Elijah proposed while turning back on himself to face both of his interlocutors.
"My intentions toward your mother are the most honorable." George confirmed. "Of that single fact, you can be certain."
"I never thought otherwise, George. And frankly, this relationship should only concern you and my mother." Elijah expressed, politely; while avoiding his mother's glance. Walking on a private moment between his mother and her lover had been enough of an ordeal to fill his dreams, or nightmares, for weeks to come! "I wasn't able to hide behind a green plant this time, Maria; my deepest apologies for my unwanted presence on you both, in such an impolite way." He presented his apologies, a slight teaser.
"Hide behind a green plant?" George wondered, repeating his boss's say, while glancing rapidly at Maria.
"Oh, it's simply another awkward past moment between me and my son." Maria responded, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Do I … I mean, do we have your blessings, Elijah?" She questioned, hopeful and timorous at the same time.
"Oh for God sake mother, you're old enough to make your own decisions, aren't you?" Elijah rolled his eyes. "I've already implied to George that I wasn't against his … Well, his obvious sentiments toward you. I just never thought it would come so soon… never mind!" He added, mostly uncomfortable. "He seems to be the loyal type and I doubt he would make you lose your memory?"
"No Sir, I'd never disrespect your mother in such a vain way; I'll take care of her like she's the most precious treasure in my life. I can promise you that." The bodyguard nodded, in respect.
"Thank you, Elijah." Maria replied, tears filling her eyes.
"I don't know for what you're thanking me for?" Elijah nodded, nonetheless. "Ok, I presume the case is close then." he rapidly turned on his heels, to reach the door handle. May this awkward moment come to an end! "We're evacuating the mansion in a half hour. Petrov reassured me that transportation would be waiting for us on the route, in front of the house." He added, before exiting the bedroom, faster than a ray of light!
A long and loud sigh of relief escaped the Original's lips when the bedroom door was finally closed on its arch with him standing in the corridor. May this uncomfortable encounter never repeat itself!
"We need to inform mother we're leaving!" The hoarsely voice of his brother Nicklaus cut the empty space like a dagger; while his dark silhouette approached Elijah's standing position.
"No, no …There's no need it's been done!" Elijah intercepted Klaus's hand on the door handle.
"You've talked to her?" Klaus wondered, narrowing his sight on his brother.
"Yes, she'll be out in a few minutes." Elijah nodded, coughing; uncomfortably.
"What brother? Did you swallow a cat or something?" Klaus teased, smirking. "Nevertheless, I'll exchange a few words with her, only to present my apologies for my bad behavior yesterday night."
"No, it's not necessary!" Elijah pushed Klaus at arm length of the door handle.
"For fuck sake, what's your damn problem, Elijah?" Klaus inquired under clenched teeth.
"Greetings, brothers!" Kol approached his siblings' standing positions, a sarcastic smile plastered on his face. "I've heard we're leaving on the run with uncle Petrov today?"
"Oh you got to be kidding me, like I needed you in top of everything!" Elijah stroked his eyelids, exasperated.
"What's Lijah's problem this morning?" Kol glanced toward Klaus, shrugging his shoulders. "He's grumpier than usual, or is it me?"
"For a reason that I'm not certain, our dearest one, here present, is forbidding me the access my mother's bedroom!" Klaus lashed out.
"What's going on brother?" Kol inquired.
"Could you just lower both of your voices for God sake?" Elijah grabbed both brothers by the upper arms to drag them toward the staircase.
"Hey? What's your problem, damn it?" Kol snatched his arm away from Elijah's firm grip.
"She has …" Elijah closed his eyes, before taking a big breath inside his lungs. "Our mother has "company"."
"I'm going to kill that bastard!" Klaus busted, furiously; turning on his heels to rush back toward the corridor.
"No, wait!" Elijah stopped him on his momentum. "It's not Petrov!"
"Fuck then; I'll kill Mikael myself!" Kol exclaimed, both closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body.
"It's not Mikael either!" Elijah reassured the youngest of his brothers.
"It's a little early in the year for him to be Santa Claus, would you say?" Kol glanced at both brothers.
"It's George." Elijah finally admitted, while passing his right hand over his face to relax his tensed muscles.
"George?" Both Kol and Klaus stared at Elijah with speechless expressions plastered all over their faces. "Do you mean our bodyguard George?" They both added.
"What?" Elijah shrugged his shoulders. "It's not like we did not see … something?" He added, brushing the subject off with a hand gesture, while descending the stairs.
"Oh we did see something, from George!" Klaus commented, a smirk raising both corners of his lips; while being close on Elijah's steps. "How's for Maria, I'm highly impressed, and under Petrov's roof, nonetheless?"
"Hey, hey… I'll give extra points to mother for that!" Kol commented, descending the staircase himself.
"You two are unbelievably nosy and disrespectful; not even a single restrain in yourselves!" Elijah commented, with a loud sigh of disapprobation. "This is not of our business!"
"Oh but I beg the difference, dear brother!" Kol replied. "We need to regroup with Rebecca and think how we'll call George from now on, what do you think Klaus? Considering that mother has more than her share of past lover and husband."
"Daddy George, would be suitable perhaps?" Klaus suggested, teaser, with laughter escaping his lips.
"It's way too formal." Kol shook his head. "Father George?"
"It's a bit too religious, would you say?" Klaus pushed the note a little bit further. "I say, Uncle George as a nice ring to it?"
"Yes, I like Uncle George!" Kol agreed, while shaking hands with his sibling.
"I don't even know how I can be related to the both of you!" Elijah reached the main level, brushing both his brothers off; under their loud laughter sounds echoing in the Mansion.
Rebekah lowered her hairbrush on the dresser while staring at her own reflection in the mirror. What if last night had been a mistake of enormous proportion? She wondered to herself, while biting into the thin skin of her bottom lip, before turning her head to take a glimpse at Stefan lying position on the bed… Except? He wasn't lying on the bed anymore?!
"Why are you already dressed, Bekah?" She heard the soft whisper near her left ear, feeling a set of hands sliding on her hips; burning her skin though her clothes.
"I… I wasn't aware that you were already up?" The female Original swallowed a nervous lump in her throat, her eyes meeting Stefan's dark sight in the mirror.
"Why are you in a hurry? I know that look of yours, Rebekah. You're analyzing, in this pretty head of yours, what has happened between us last night, aren't you?" The young vampire came to the conclusion, tightening their embrace; his head tucked in the left hollow of her shoulders.
"I … I mean I don't know what you're saying, and shouldn't you get dressed or something?" She stammered, nervously; the heat of his naked body spreading hot flames from her head to her toes. "I saw a commando convoy of jeeps outside, I'm guessing Petrov is preparing a getaway for all of us?"
"It was to be expected." Stefan commented, before softly kissing and biting the tender skin of her neck. "I want you now; I want to be inside of you." He whispered, sliding both hands underneath her cashmere sweater to cup both of her breasts.
"I don't … I don't think it's a good idea, I mean … We should get outside and meet the others, don't you think?" Rebekah objected, loud moans of pleasure escaping her lips to the best control of her emotions.
"Yesterday night, it wasn't just a "fuck", Rebekah, not for me!" Stefan turned her body around before facing her. "I want more than that; I want to be by your side all the time."
"You want me "now", Stefan; because it's soothing your mood of the moment." Rebekah stared into his eyes. "And, I'm not asking for anything; last night was a good moment for the both of us, very enjoyable actually… But, please don't think you need to buy me flowers in the morning, or tell me lies to protect my heart." She shrugged, lying through her teeth. "We had sex; it was nice for the both of us… Maybe we'll do it again, but if not; it'll be a good memory."
"You're fucking unbelievable!" Stefan pushed the blonde bombshell at arm length, nervously passing a hand through his tangled hair, before grabbing a pair of jeans in his luggage, only to dress his legs with the fabric a minute later. "You want to play the ostrich game, Rebekah, and burry your head in the sand? You want to throw my love for you in the garbage? You want us to be "fuck friends" perhaps?" He lashed out, pacing back and forth on the length of the Persian rug. "Well that's not what I fucking want!" He busted loudly, before forcefully grabbing both of her upper arms in a firm grip to maintain her immobile.
"You don't know what you want, Salvatore; to be frank you never did! A few years ago you had the same speech; but you were bored of me a few weeks later; so please spare me the theatrical performance of the year!" Rebekah mumbled, angrily, between her teeth; while lowering her sight.
"Look at me?" Stefan ordered. "I want to burry myself so deep in you that you'll shatter into pieces and have no other choices but to scream my name from the top of your lungs like you did last night." He added. "And that is not only sex, it's fucking "love" and "passion", Bekah; and you're afraid of it, you're afraid of giving yourself to it, giving yourself to me!" He pleaded his case. "But I won't let you slip away from me, just know that." He finally pushed himself at a few feet of distance from her standing position. "I'll find a way to prove to you that my feelings are genuine." He pointed a finger at her.
"You don't say?" Rebekah raised her chin in a confrontational gesture. "And what will you do to keep me? You'll handcuff me to your wrists? No wait… You'll lock me in a dungeon to fulfil your sexual fantasies?"
"No, I have a better way to make you realize the fact that I want to be with you is not temporary." He replied, a twisted smile appearing on his lips.
"I can't wait to hear how you'll prove your genuine feelings to me?" She mocked openly, with sarcastic laughter.
"I'll ask your hand in marriage to your mother and to Elijah." Stefan announced, uncompromisingly; under her speechless expression.
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"You'll what?" Rebekah exclaimed, in shock.
"I'll ask them to give me your hand in marriage." Stefan replied, seriously; his sight locked with hers.
"Did you just lose your mind?" She inquired, grabbing her head with both hands. "You couldn't even be with me for a few months and now you want me for eternity?"
"The past is the past, and we both changed, Bekah! And now…I couldn't even imagine my life with anybody but you." Stefan confessed, while passing a hand over the tensed muscles of his face. "I swear to you if you continue believing that my feelings are not genuine, I'll ask your family for the permission to marry you."
"And you'll forcefully bring me the altar I suppose?" Rebekah lashed out, while stomping her feet on the wooden floor.
"If I have to force it out of you, yes, Rebekah; I'll do it." He nodded.
"You're crazy! And … And I don't even want to speak to you anymore!" She gathered her personal belongings, before slamming the door to his face.
"I'm crazy about you, Rebekah Mikaelson; and I'll do whatever it takes to win you back!" He shouted through the closed bedroom door, a smile spreading on his lips.
"How is it that I feel like an old grumpy man who's about to team-up with a group of teenagers, including in the same pack, the new lover of my ex-wife?" Mikael questioned mostly to himself, while walking through a few corridors; side by side to Petrov.
"You're having a rough awakening after a night of debauchery and drinking, my friend?" Petrov smirked; questioning blankly while perfectly knowing the answer.
"Drinking yes, debauchery you'll have to ask the question to Maria and her present lover." Mikael growled, wincing.
"I actually intend to ask." Ludvig added, bursting into laughter. "Well, my friend; if this is any consolation; I'm actually feeling like you." The Russian man added. "You're probably right saying that we're two old grumpy men who are about to embark into this wild ride with a bunch of inadequate fools, mostly our children, not that this fact is helping a lot; but you're forbidding the part that we're about to teach them a thing or two about survival." Petrov concluded his argument, while stepping out on the front patio of his mansion, before leading his rapid pace toward the large group scattered near the vehicles.
"Everyone's here?" The Russian man inquired, dryly; nodding at Elijah.
"We're missing my brother Kol and Miss Bennett, and our mother will be out shortly, what's the plan?" Elijah confirmed, nodding out of respect himself.
"The plan son is to get our asses out of here as soon as possible." Mikael replied, in Petrov's behalf.
"Why do we need to stay glued to each other? Maybe spreading in a few random locations could blur our trail?" Klaus suggested, while pacing back and forth in front of the two patriarch men.
"Because I've said so, is that enough reason for you to behave, son?" Ludvig lashed, uncompromisingly.
"Will you ever grant me of your forgiveness, my dear Carolina?" Vittorio begged, while pouting adorably.
"I don't know, should I?" Carolina raised her chin, arms firmly crossed over her chest; while standing near the convoy of vehicle. "You betrayed my trust, Vittorio!"
"My darling, the friendship we started last night can't vanish simply for the fact that I've known Petrov and Anastassia for the most part of my life, can it?" The warlock titled his head, with imploring eyes.
"In all justice, the man was keeping an eye on you; therefore you can't be that mad at him." Katerina shrugged, winking at Vittorio.
"Listen to your sister, she knows what is best for you; and what is best for you is to stay friend with Vittorio." He implored her forgiveness, once more.
"You owe me one." Carolina pointed a finger toward the man's chest.
"And I'll pay in due form when the moment will come." Vittorio promised, solemnly.
"Fine then, I'll forgive you." Carolina let a smile spread on her lips, before turning her sight toward the commotion created by the group of men. "At that pace, they'll kill each other before that Augustine vampire could even get to us!" Carolina commented to her sister, opened palms placed on top of the wood of one of the commando jeeps.
"Look at their bulging chests, mm… mm… This is certainly a delight for Vittorio's eyes!" The warlock commented, winking; before cheek-kissing both sisters. "I'll catch-up with you both later, tata!" He waved his fingers, before walking away.
"I'm starting to think it's more a game for them than anything else!" Katerina replied to her sister; eyes narrowed on the group placed at a few feet of distance from their own, with her arms firmly crossed over her chest.
"Boys… They are nothing more than young boys, who are not even able to behave properly!" Carolina rolled her eyes to the blue Russian sky.
"If they were only acting like young boys, it would be easier to control them; unfortunately we have Alphas on our hands, sister." Katerina replied, sighing loudly.
"Well, it's not always so bad … I guess…" Caroline replied, biting the thin skin of her bottom lip. "I mean to have an alpha in our hands?" She added, glimpsing comically at her sister.
"Do you mean in our hands or in our bed sheets, sister?" Katerina replied, glimpsing back, a glimmer of mischief appearing in the deepness of her sight; smirk raising both corners of her lips. "Nерестать говорить о сексе, сестра! (Stop talking about sex, sister)!" Katerina added in Russian, while teasing.
"Then, stop thinking about it yourself, and we'll have a deal!" Carolina pulled her tongue out, bursting into synchronized laughter with her sister.
"Don't expect me to ever call you dad! You're nothing but the genitor who got my mother pregnant since when should I be summon to order all your wishes, Petrov?"
"Since, you're my flesh and blood, Klaus!" Petrov lashed out back to his son. "Since, I'm the master mind behind this all hiding operation." He added, angrily. "Since, you have no idea what, or should I say, who we are supposed to fight against. And since, you seem to have lost all logic in this huge head of yours!"
Both men stared at each other, bulging chest against bulging chest; chin raised in the most confrontational gesture.
"You need to calm down, Klaus." Elijah whispered to his brother, while softly pulling him at a few feet of distance from his biological father.
"What do we have here?" Damon inquired to his brother, while glancing at the stormy exchange, before silently passing by the small group of men, where the confrontation between both alphas was taking place.
"It's certainly nothing that I want to be a part of it, so early in the morning." Stefan rolled his eyes; carrying his backpack on his right shoulder, while keeping a rapid pace toward the commando jeeps. "What number of jeep do you have?" Stefan inquired.
"Apparently we both got the same number from hell!" Damon replied, while dropping his own small carry-on to his feet, his sight narrowed toward a particular vehicle. "As for you not being able to handle a confrontation, well you've just been served one and I hope you're ready for it?"
"What? What are you bubbling about?" Stefan finally raised his sight, before abruptly holding his own pace to stare at both Rebekah and Anastassia who were standing in front of the said jeep, with sour expressions plastered on their faces, as well as their arms crossed over their chests.
"I won't share that vehicle with this bitch! Find us another one!" Rebekah yelled to Stefan.
"You're delirious, blonde Barbie, if you think I'll share it with your pathetic self!" Anastassia replied, harshly; while spitting her venom.
"What did you just called me?" Rebekah turned on herself, closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body.
"What did "you" just called "me"?" Anastassia repeated for her own behalf.
"I'll make you eat your words!" Rebekah exclaimed, before reaching for the redhead's throat; soon both wrestling in a body-joust.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Damon and Stefan rushed by their sides, while trying to detach both tigresses from their "fists and nails" battle.
"That's enough!" Stefan finally held Rebekah's body firmly against his chest, while grabbing both her wrists with his hands.
"You're both acting like teenagers on high hormones!" Damon pushed Anastassia on the jeep driver's door; holding her in place with both of his hands placed on her shoulders.
"I can't stand her!" She busted to Damon's face.
"Well, you'll learn to stand her because you're sharing the same damn brother!" Damon replied, uncompromisingly.
"Hey it's mutual, bitch!" Rebekah lashed out from afar.
"Would you just shut-up?" Stefan shook the female Original by the shoulders. "What got in to you, Bekah?"
"Don't call me that, I'm not a child!" Rebekah pouted adorably.
"I perfectly know you're not, you got a few years over me." Stefan teased.
"It's not funny!" She bit the tender skin of her bottom lip.
"We can't "not share" the same jeep, Rebekah; we'll all have to learn how to cohabit with each other. And, you'll need to learn how to get along with Klaus's other sister." Stefan nodded toward Anastassia's standing position near the jeep. "Will you behave accordingly now?" He asked, while releasing his grip on her.
"Fine!" The Original female shrugged her shoulders; advancing toward her number one female enemy. "You'll sit on the back." She ordered the redhead with a raise chin.
"Fuck you! These are my father's jeeps; I'll sit wherever I want to sit!" Anastassia pointed toward the said vehicles.
"You'll both sit on the back, and Stefan and I we'll seat in front!" Damon snapped, in a loud order.
"Oh yah, says who?" Both girls replied, simultaneously.
"Say the both of us!" Both brothers replied, with annoyance.
"Fine!" Rebekah exclaimed, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Fine!" Anastassia added herself, copying the Original's gesture.
"You need to get a grip on yourself!" Elijah suggested to Klaus.
"Do you even have the slightest idea where Petrov is leading this mission, Elijah; Because, I certainly don't!" Klaus snapped back at his brother.
"No, I don't … But, do we have any other choices?" Elijah whispered; his sight locked with his brother's.
"Oh come on, Nicklaus; are you so full of yourself to not accept your father's help?" Mikael lashed out to his step-son.
"Coming from your mouth it's even more of a joke!" Klaus pushed Elijah at arm length, while walking back toward both patriarchs.
"It's enough of your high temper for one day, son!" Petrov replied in a loud order.
"No! It's enough of this stupid quarrel for one day!" A female voice shouted to the small group.
They all turned on their heels to face Maria who was walking toward them, with George close on her heels.
"Maria… Good morning, my dear." Petrov nodded his head with respect.
"I wish it was a good morning." She sighed loudly, while closing her eyes to regain her calm.
"Well, wasn't the night a pure revelation for you, Esther?" Mikael mocked; openly smirking. "Did you sleep well? And did you, George?"
"One can only hope the accommodation was to your satisfaction?" Petrov added, a twisted smile reaching his lips as well. "Was the mattress firm enough?"
George rushed toward Mikael and Petrov, closed fists resting on each side of his tensed body, prepare to mash both of their faces.
"No!" Maria stopped him on his momentum. "They are not important enough for you to get in a fight with them!"
"I won't let them disrespect you this way!" George growled between his teeth.
"And it's more to "you" and less to "them", George." Maria replied, with imploring eyes.
"Good morning dearest mother; my asshole of father, uncle Petrov, uncle-slash-soon to be stepfather-slash-George!" Kol appeared from nowhere, greeting everyone, with Bonnie close on his heels. 'What? Why the long faces?"
Elijah approached the youngest of the Mikaelson male siblings; before pulling on his left ear.
"Kol, don't put more fuel on the fire! Go find your commando jeep; and close your mouth!" Elijah pushed him toward the vehicles.
"Ouch! That hurts; Elijah!"Kol lashed out; rubbing his ear.
"I've never thought of that method to have him close his mouth, to tell you the truth?" Bonnie shrugged, comically. "Thank you, Elijah!" She added, smiling.
"It's my pleasure, Miss Bennett." Elijah nodded, winking.
"Yeah, take pleasure at torturing me, brother!" Kol commented, unhappy.
"You'll live!" Elijah rolled his eyes, while turning back on his heels to reach the group.
"Did you see how he treated me?" Kol pointed toward the oldest.
"Mm… No, because I was listening to the jerk you were!" Bonnie replied; arms crossed over her chest.
"What… He's mad only because I made a joke?" Kol shrugged, arms opened. "You know they are probably more jerks that I am, all considered." He added, before raising his sight to the mansion, with a changed facial expression spreading on his face.
"Well, I can't argue with you there, but… What…What is it, Kol? Why are you suddenly white as a ghost?" Bonnie asked, her right hand grabbing his left upper arm.
"Get down!" Kol's loud shout cut the air, closely followed by a wild range of explosions; blowing Petrov's mansion into pieces.
Kol had managed to push Bonnie on the ground, his body covering her frail silhouette; in hope of protecting the young witch of the dark cloud of dusk surrounding them, and the falling of debris coming from all directions.
"Bonnie, bonnie… For God sake, tell me you're alright, darling?" Kol brushed her tangled hair out of her face, while placing his finger to feel her pulse… She was alive!
"What… What happened?" She came back to consciousness; haggardly scattering her dark surroundings.
"Petrov's mansion, it was … It was blown into pieces." Kol explained quickly; while helping Bonnie rise back on her legs.
"What do you mean blown into pieces, a bomb?" Bonnie asked, in shock; suddenly noticing the poor survivors stepping away from the burning gaze and debris.
"Kaboom… Gone! Bomb, dynamite, I couldn't say?" Kol replied, while sliding an arm around the young witch's waist. "Are you sure you're alright?" He inquired, once more.
"Yes, I'm fine… I'm just a bit shake-up by all of this." She nodded, while leaning on his muscular body.
"Let's walk toward the jeep." Kol suggested.
"What about the others?" Bonnie questioned.
"They'll be fine! We've seen far worse in our one thousands of years, believe me." He reassured her.
Loud coughing sound, a few swears thrown in the heat of the moments, the entire group scattered here and there, all trying to get back on their feet after the strong explosions.
"Mother, where are you?!" The shout-out of Elijah cut the general brouhaha like a sword would cut the air.
"Elijah?" Klaus reached his brother, while stumbling over his own steps. "Where is she?"
"I'm here, I'm fine!" Maria replied, while raising herself on both of her knees; still unbalanced by the explosions. "Go find the girls, go find Carolina and Katerina!" She ordered them, gesturing toward the jeeps.
"Ingrid!" The loud call came, before Petrov could kneel by her side; cupping her face with both hands. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just a bit shake-up." She nodded, shyly meeting his fiery sight.
"Esther!" Mikael shouted himself.
"In here, she's fine!" Ludvig confirmed, before helping Maria rose back on her legs.
"You're sure, you're fine?" Mikael approached their standing positions, softly pushing a few strands of hair behind her ears.
"Yes, yes… I'm in one piece, thank you." Maria confirmed, once more; slowly taking a step backward from Mikael, while nodding her head discreetly. "Where's George?" She frantically scattered the carnage scenery.
"Your lover … I don't know where he is… But, you shouldn't worry, he should be ok." Mikael shrugged, while still taking a look around in hope of finding the bodyguard.
"Maria, Maria…" The call came from afar, as a welcome glimpse of hope.
"George?" Maria rushed toward the bodyguard; jumping into the comfort of his arms a few second later. "Oh you're alive! Thank God!" She cupped his face with both hands.
"I'm fine! Are you ok? You weren't hurt I hope… Let me check you out." George frantically pushed a few strands of Maria's hair behind her ears.
"I'm fine, no need to worry." She nodded, a smile spreading on her lips.
"Well, we certainly did not receive the same treatment, that's for sure." Mikael winced at the reunion.
"Jealousy, Mikael?" Petrov teased. "I wasn't aware you had it in you?"
"Do not tell me that you're enjoying the view?" Mikael nodded toward the close embrace that Maria and George were sharing.
"The mere difference between you and I, Mikael, is that I'd never let jealousy control my emotions or the finale outcome." Ludvic replied, with a raised eyebrow. "Alexay!" He turned his attention toward his right arm man who was rushing toward their standing positions. "What happened, a bomb?"
"No, it was a large load of dynamites; strategically placed to blow this castle into pieces." Alexay explained while nodding respectfully.
"Dynamite… Why? A bomb would have done the same job in rapider time and much worst effect?" Mikael shrugged, dumbfounded.
"A bomb would leave a trace, a fabricant of the said device behind their devil actions; dynamite is old fashion but untraceable." Ludvic explained to Mikael. "You estimate how many deaths?"
"Well, it was early in the morning; the staff was starting their day, and…" Alexay swallowed a lump in his throat, lowering his head, not being able to stare into Ludvic's glance.
"Damn! Fuck this!" The Russian man growled, while nervously passing a hand through his hair.
"We'll avenge them, Ludvig; I give you my words." Mikael placed a comforting hand on top of Ludvig's right shoulder.
"Katerina, Carolina?" Elijah shouted both names; standing at a few feet of distance from his brother. "They are not answering, where could they be, Klaus?"
"If I have to scatter this fucking Russian land to find her, I'll do it, Elijah….Carolina!" Klaus yelled, rushing toward the line of vehicles, deep fog enveloping both of their male silhouettes. "Carolina, answer me?" He shouted her name, once more.
"Katerina…Katerina?" Elijah shouted, once more, reaching the jeeps' positions himself, frantically scattering their present surroundings, while coughing under the tick smoke.
"Klaus…" A weak call pierced the gloomy silence, making them turn their heads in synchronicity. "I'm here!" The young woman stumbled over her own steps, coming from behind one of the said vehicle, before falling into her husband's arms.
"Carolina are you hurt, answer me God damn it?!" Klaus lashed out, nervously; while cupping her face to check for any traces of injuries.
"No, I'm not hurt, I'm fine… I'm just a bit dizzy." She nodded, while fisting her husband's t-shirt to keep her equilibrium. "But, screaming my head off is not helping me the least." She commented, while eying him.
"Don't ever do this to me again, Love; you hear me? I couldn't …Even…" Klaus stammered, closing his eyes to regain his calm, a loud sigh escaping his lips; before reopening them, but this time only to crash his mouth on hers.
"Mm…" Carolina moaned, softly, feeling his tongue sliding between her trembling lips to take possession of hers. "Klaus…" She mouthed his name. "If you're giving me the mouth to mouth; it's not how it works."
"Don't ever leave me again, please… I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, Love?" Klaus whispered the words, eyes closed, with his forehead in contact with his wife's.
"It's you who wanted to leave me, remember?" Carolina murmured, slowly raising her teary eyes to stare into his eyes.
"Carolina, you're ok?" Elijah approached them, slowly sliding a comforting hand on her back.
"I'm fine, Elijah… Thank you." She responded, a ghost of a smile spreading on her lips. "What happened? We were standing near the jeep and I can barely remember the rest; everything went blank?"
"There were several explosions, blowing Petrov's Manor into pieces." He informed, briefly.
"What?" Carolina exclaimed, in shock. "Are your mother safe, and what about Bonnie?" She turned her sight toward Klaus, imploring for good news.
He nodded, before gently sliding his hand behind her neck to bless her forehead of a kiss.
"They are all safe and sound." He reassured her.
"Carolina, please tell me, do you know where your sister is?" Elijah inquired.
"Yes, she's behind the jeep; she wasn't feeling well… I've told her that I would try to find help." Carolina reassured the Original before seeing him rush toward the said location.
"Katerina?" Elijah called while rapidly reaching the back of the vehicle.
"Elijah… I'm here." She called him.
"Katerina, are you ok?" Elijah quickly kneeled by her side, while cupping his wife's face with both hands.
"I'm fine… but…" She glanced at him, before raising her sweater to show him a large piece of broken debris deeply dig into her flesh. "I did not show this to Carolina, It would have scared her for nothing; I wasn't sure what to do, Elijah? I … I don't feel it much, though it's hurting… It's kind of new to me… I mean being a vampire, you know? And if it would have been Carolina, it could have killed her so easily."
"It's ok; don't worry this pretty head of yours, it wasn't your sister." Elijah nodded, before lowering his head to softly kiss her forehead. "I'll pull the metal out of the wound, ok? Just know that it's going to hurt like hell; but I'm here with you, beautiful." He explained, while pushing on her right shoulder to keep his wife immobile.
"Ok?" She nodded, courageously. "I'm ready."
Elijah nodded himself as a warning; before strongly pulling on the piece of debris to remove it from the opened wound, under her muffled cry of sufferance.
"It's ok, Katerina; I got you… I got you…my sweet wife, my love." He murmured, softly caressing her hair; before entering his fangs in his right wrist to give his life partner blood to heal her wound. "Drink; you'll be like new in no time." He added, placing his dripping wrist on her mouth. "You've scared me to death; don't ever do that again."
"My friends…"Petrov exclaimed to the survivors group of the present explosions, while standing tall and proud on top of one of the jeep wood. "The Catholic Church, my enemies have killed my own, destroyed my home, they have declared war to the supernatural world, and I'm not about to let them decide who lives and who dies on this earth! On the same ground I have stood proud and tall for more than a thousand years!" He shouted, uncompromisingly. "For all the survivors, I'll avenge the loss of our own, I can promise you that much." He added, before jumping back on the firm ground. "Now, let's hit the road!" He nodded in direction of Maria. "You're coming with me, and I don't want to hear a single word about it!" He ordered the patriarch woman, while grabbing her right wrist to pull her behind his heels.
"If Maria is riding with you in that jeep, I'm coming with her!" George placed himself in front of Petrov's walking path, while placing his right hand over the Russian mans' chest to hold his momentum.
"Get your hand off my chest, now!" Petrov ordered, dryly; his sight narrowed on the bodyguard.
"Now, now … No need to fight! Of course you are coming with us, son!" Mikael intercepted the bodyguard, while sliding an arm around his shoulders, in a false friendly gesture. "We wouldn't want it any other way, would we, Ludvig?" He teased.
"Of course we wouldn't!" Ludvig grinned, perniciously.
"Is this one of your sick twisted game, Ludvig?" Maria mumbled, angrily, between her teeth, while approaching the jeep. "You think that controlling my future will change the past?"
"What? No, Ingrid… I simply thought that having your three men in the same vehicle would calm your anxiety, my dear?" Petrov shrugged, a huge grin appearing on his manly lips.
"I'll sit with you in the back seats." George eyed the Russian man; pushing Maria inside, to help her take her sitting position before following her path inside the vehicle, with a loud slamming of the door.
"This is your taste in fun, Mikael?" Petrov asked, arching both eyebrows at the Original.
"Admit it, Petrov; I did not lose my touch?" Mikael placed his aviator sunglasses on top of his nose, grinning.
"Nope, you didn't; you're the same jackass, Mikaelson… and unfortunately for me, I like it!" Ludvig replied, smirking; while placing his own glasses, before taking his sitting position behind the steering wheel.
"Do you have any idea where we're heading?" Katerina asked Elijah, who started the engine of the jeep, as soon she has closed the passenger door.
"None… I guess we'll know soon enough while following Petrov's convoy." Elijah replied, while pushing his feet on the accelerator; before glancing one more time at the burning ruins they were leaving behind them.
"North, we're heading north." Carolina replied, sure of her intuition.
"What makes you think that, Love?" Klaus glanced at her reflection in the front mirror.
"I've heard your father talk to Alexay, and he specifically named a route leading toward a range of mountains, mostly unknown by outsiders of the country." Carolina shrugged.
"The Ural Mountains?" Katerina questioned her sister.
"One can only guess." Carolina replied, shrugging.
"Can you just omit the father part?" Klaus winced, closing both fists on his lap.
"No, I can't!" Carolina shook her head, uncompromisingly. 'Because like it or not, Klaus; Petrov is your father in more ways than one."
"Well, I don't like it!" Klaus pouted.
"If I'm being sincere, there's a lot of him in you." Elijah commented, taking a rapid glance at his brother who was sitting by his side, in the front seats of the jeep.
"You really want to start a quarrel in this confine vehicle, Elijah?" Klaus snapped.
"Nope, I'm not in the mood for that, Nicklaus!" Elijah replied, while hiding a smile.
"You need to buddle up your seatbelt, Carolina." Klaus ordered, while glancing at his wife in the mirror, once more.
"Why? I don't want to put it." She narrowed her sight on him.
"Because I've said so and because you're the only fucking human in this car… Put your damn seatbelt on, Carolina!" Klaus raised his voice. "Or I'll ask Elijah to stop the car, and I swear I'll put it myself!"
"Fine… I'll do as you wish … Ludvig Petrov!" Carolina snapped back at him, while furiously putting her seatbelt; under the discreet burst of laughter of both Elijah and Katerina.
"My sister has you figured you, Klaus; how does it feel?" Katerina smirked at her brother-in-law.
"Katerina don't start." Elijah arched an eyebrow, rapidly glancing at his wife in the mirror.
"Are you ordering me, Elijah?" Katerina narrowed her sight on her husband.
"No, I'm politely suggesting putting your dislike of my brother on the side for the time of this road trip." He glanced back at her.
"Oh look Elijah your wife is suddenly exchanging a few words with me; I feel so blessed!" Klaus mocked, sarcastically. You were saying Katerina?"
"How much of an asshole you really are, Klaus; but for some sort of reasons, my sister is crazy about her husband, so I guess I'll respect her bad taste in one man in general." Katerina replied, tit for tat, while tilting her head comically.
"Is your wife starting a quarrel with me just now?" Klaus inquired. "…Because, if this is so, nothing would make me happier to tell you the truth." He added, teaser. "I have this urge to kill; but a fight with Katerina would certainly be a good replacement?"
"Don't start, Nicklaus; for God sake!" Elijah rolled his eyes, sighing loudly.
"This road trip is going to be hell on earth!" Carolina commented to herself, while closing her eyes, her head hitting the back of her seat.
"Well, this is kind of nice, Miss Bennett. I'll drive this top-of-the brand beauty with you by my side, while others are sharing it." Kol winked at the young witch while taking his sitting position on the driver seat. "Oh do you smell the richness of the leather? See the high-tech dashboard? Oh little Kol is happy now! The perk of having a rich Russian uncle named Ludvic Petrov." He added, smiling; while turning the key and starting the engine.
"Why are you the one driving this beauty, again?" Bonnie narrowed her sight on him, arms firmly crossed over her chest.
"What do you mean, why? I'm the man isn't it good reason enough?" Kol glanced at the passenger seat, before unexpectedly lowering his head near Bonnie's, to bless her left cheek of a kiss. "Put your seatbelt would you, darling?"
"You're the man, really?! What IF I want to drive it?" Bonnie sighed loudly, invisible steam coming out of her ears.
"Drive it? What are you saying? No, nope… It's not possible! Just sit on the passenger seat and enjoy the ride, would you?" Kol suggested, while patting her knees. "In the meantime, I'll enjoy my new toy!" He added, smirking.
"You think I'll be the one enjoying the ride while sitting on the passenger seat? I think you will enjoy it also." Bonnie grinned, perniciously; while nodding toward the driver's window.
"What do you mean?" Kol questioned, suspiciously; slowly turning his sight toward the introducer, before pushing a button to lower the window down. "Yes?"
"Petrov gave me the order to drive this vehicle." Alexay gave the information, with a polite nod.
"You got to be kidding me!" Kol lowered his forehead on the steering wheel.
"There, there…Kol!" Bonnie patted his head with her left hand, keeping at bay her need to burst into laughter, while biting into her bottom lip.
"Fine!" Kol growled, unhappy; while stepping outside the vehicle, before taking his sitting position on the backseat of the jeep. "You want to join and make out on the backseats with me, darling; while our friend Alexay will drive?" He suggested, teaser.
"Well, if you put it this way, baby?" Vittorio replied to Kol; while opening the backseat door, before sitting beside the Original. "I seem to have a weakness for the Mikaelson's men." He added, winking. "And this little trip will give me the chance to catch-up with my witch friend Bonnie; we have so much to share."
"See, you won't feel alone anymore; baby!" Bonnie mocked openly; while turning her head to wink at Kol.
"This is a nightmare!" Kol commented, while pouting and sinking into his seat; arms firmly crossed over his chest.
"You're sure that neither of you are hurt?" Damon inquired, once more.
"Yes!" Both girls shouted, simultaneously.
"It's a chance that we were inside the jeep when the explosions started." He added, with a loud sigh of relief.
"And are we all good now?" Stefan asked; taking his sitting position inside the jeep on the front passenger seat, before turning mid-way to glance at Rebekah and Anastassia; who were both pouting with their arms firmly crossed over their chests.
"I don't know? Are we good? Maybe if your girlfriend would push her over-sized makeup bag, I could breathe more." Anastassia snapped, while eyeing Rebekah. "This is a runaway mission, Barbie; we're not driving to an all-inclusive resort!"
"Say the girl with a red new fresh manicure!" Rebekah replied, tit for that. "You know what Anastassia, go to hell!" She added, dryly; a devil smile plastered on her lips.
"Just to see you burn by the flames of Satan, anytime, Blondie!" Anastassia replied, sarcastically.
"Well, technically, as a vampire you don't need to breathe, so …" Damon took a glance in the mirror at the Russian bombshell, while starting the engine.
"If I would snap your neck, it would be another way to not breathe, Damon!" Anastassia busted, angrily.
"Well, this nasty reply was not bad…Not bad at all!" Rebekah complimented the redhead, a smirk spreading on her red lips.
"Well, thank you!" Anastassia nodded. "I have my moments." She added, while glancing at her fresh manicure.
"Aren't they a breath of fresh air in the middle of this hell?" Damon commented, wincing; while pushing his feet on the accelerator to follow the convoy.
"Which hell… The one we're leaving outside or the one inside this vehicle?" Stefan replied, raising both eyebrows, comically.
"Humor brother, so early in the morning? I'm highly impressed!" Damon commented, a rictus raising the right side of his manly lips.
"Why is she sitting with me, in the back anyway?" Both beauties asked simultaneously, before eyeing each other with fiery sights.
"This is one of my father's jeeps after all!" Anastassia exclaimed, unhappy. "So, I could sit in front!"
"Oh, look at you whining, like the good daddy's daughter that you are!" Rebekah lashed out to the redhead.
"Oh for God sake, could you just shut up both of you!" Both brothers ordered in perfect synchronisation of words and time.
"She started it!" Rebekah pointed toward Anastassia, while crossing her arms on her chest.
"What? You're the one who started it!" Anastassia commented, before turning her head toward her passenger window, while starting to pout in silence.
"Oh this is going to be a hell of a road trip!" Stefan stroked both of his eyelids.
"You've said it brother, you've said it!" Damon added, rolling his eyes; while imploring the saints from heaven to help them. "But that doesn't mean we can't sing?" He added, shrugging.
"You want to Sing, really Damon?" Stefan crossed his arms in front of his chest, while tilting his head.
"Well, it couldn't hurt, could it?" He thought out loud before hitting the first lyrics. "Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more…Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more…"
"You're crazy you know that?" Stefan commented, a huge smile spreading on his lips; while both girls were glancing at each other, a ghost of a smile spreading on their lips.
"What… You should sing! Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more… hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more…" Damon sang once more.
"What you say…" Stefan added, singing himself; while clapping in his hands.
"Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more…Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more…" Rebekah and Anastassia started to sing themselves, under their bursts of laughter.
The priest politely nodded at a few members of the Vatican clergy, who passed by their side in the silent corridor leading the tall man toward the main study room.
He finally reached the two gigantic brass doors, knocking a few times on their panels, patiently waiting to be invited inside.
"Yes! Come in!" A hoarsely voice responded in Polish.
The priest pushed the doors open, suddenly taking a step back to rapidly glance at both sides of the corridor, assuring himself that not a single unwanted bystander was spying on him. He finally entered the room, closing both doors behind his back, before locking them with a key.
"What's the latest news?" An imposing man, dressed of a long red dress, inquired dryly, from his sitting position behind a large desk, with his cold eyes raised to glance at the priest.
"Cardinal Gorski." The priest made a reverence, closing the space between them, before grabbing the Cardinal's right hand to bless his large ring of a kiss.
"That is enough of you kissing my damn ass, Priest Jovanni!" The Cardinal spoke, this time in Italian, while cutting the air like a dagger through the flesh.
"Of course Cardinal, forgive me." The said priest lowered his head with shame, crossing both hands in front of his chest in a prayer gesture.
"And…Am I supposed to wait here until my body will be embalmed?" Cardinal Gorski snapped at this poor lackey, once more.
"It's done, Cardinal." The priest whispered, lowering his upper body and head near the man's head.
"Can you be more explicit in your say?" The cardinal raised an eyebrow with high interest.
"Ludvig Petrov's mansion was blown into pieces, with all of them hitting the road a few minutes later." Priest Jovanni confirmed, with a single nod.
"Well, this is surely an angelic music to my ears." Cardinal Gorski smiled, perniciously; lowering his upper body on the back of his chair, both hands joined. "And what's the status of our number one weapon against the enemies of the church?"
"Violent, uncontrollable, impulsive; he's barely maintained immobile by several chains placed on his neck, wrists and ankles." The priest informed in a shivering voice.
"Perfect!" The cardinal raised on his legs, reaching the window placed behind the desk, a fiery glow filling the dark colors of his eyes. "It has come the time to release the beast to win the war against evil!" He announced, ceremoniously; a proud smile plastered on his severe lips.
Thank you, as always, for reading the "At first light" chapter, guys!
True fact: This fiction will kill me one day… lol… The morning after was somehow sweet for some and a bit rough for others ;); and we can add without a doubt that it was more than the right time to hit the route with Petrov's mansion being blown into thousands of pieces under strong loads of dynamite!
The story is now in HIATUS for about a period of one month (I'll recharge my batteries, take time to enjoy the Holidays and write two surprises for my readers in the meantime), and furthermore, I think that it was the perfect time; considering that we're heading toward the runaway part of this saga story.
For all the readers who have stayed faithful to this story, and will come back for its continuation, I'm sending you my best wishes for a magical Christmas and a New Year 2015 that will bring good health, prosperity and happiness to yourselves, friends and families.
Love you guys!
Hugs and Kisses;
Lovely Vero
Thank you for all the anonymous reviews received, guys!
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Anastasia: I wanted to thank you warmly for leaving quite a few reviews along your read of this story, sweetie. I'm so happy that you're enjoying yourself on this wild ride.
Elijahskaterina: Can I top the "erotic" vibe of Kalijah in this story and in: A gentleman and his mistress/wife? What a good question? LOL … Did you by any chance start "SOLD!" if not? Maybe I'll be able to top it in that particular one ;) Thanks for your sweet inputs and appreciation, sweetheart.
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Guest: Yes! Mikael and Ludvig were actually best friends in the past ;) What a twist, mm? We always say the best friends make the best enemies after all. No, no need for you to worry about Klaus's animalistic tendencies. Like this present chapter showed, he has his soft side too, and it's quite perfect like this, would you say? ;) And yes! It means a baby is on the way… But they won't see that one coming ;) Thanks for your awesome inputs, sweetie.
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