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.
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia …
Klaus was now sitting on the cavern ground, in front of small camp fire. He suddenly turned his head and sight toward Carolina who had fallen asleep, her body wrapped inside a sleeping bag; her head resting on a small pillow; with a restful smile blessing the soft lines of her full lips.
The hybrid strengthened his right arms, the tips of his fingers tracing the soft curve of her left cheek for a few seconds. He rapidly withdraw his hand when he heard a sigh of contentment escape her lips. She was so beautiful, and at peace at the moment. He angrily closed his fists, his facial features stiffening over the intense rage boiling inside of him. Petrov would pay for his betrayal! That's a promise he had made to himself.
Another one was that Carolina and their child would always be safe of all danger from now one – danger that would include himself!
He had known centuries ago that he was a lethal threat to anyone who had the pretension to love him … And loving him was one of Carolina's weakness.
Chapter 32
"A threat bigger than life"
"People, listen!" Ludvig Petrov yelled to the group, while scattering the camp site. "We're living the camp in five, so … Hurry your damn asses!"
"You've always been such a delicate flower in your ways to addressed others." Mikael chuckled, while grabbing his backpack to place it on his shoulders.
"Oh shut up, Mikael; like you can talk?" Petrov replied, loud growling escaping his throat.
"Hey brother! Where have you been? Playing tootsies under the blanket with Carolina?" Kol joked around to Klaus, who come out of the bushes, before furiously throwing both backpacks on the ground.
"I'm not here to joke around, Kol!" The hybrid responded, keeping his rapid pace and narrowed sight on his biological brother.
"Klaus! Please, don't do this – I beg of you!" Carolina came running on his heels; rushing her pace to keep up with his own.
"Stay out of this, Carolina!" Klaus waved his right hand in a dismissing gesture. "It's between this rat and myself!"
"What's going on?" Elijah questioned Kol; making an entrance, with Katerina following close on his heels, while approaching the camp site.
"I have no idea." Kol shrugged, dumbfounded. "He came out of nowhere?"
"You bastard!" Klaus pointed a finger toward Petrov, elbowing Mikael out of his path of destruction, throwing him on the ground at a few feet of distance, before grabbing his biological father by the collar to push him on a tree trunk.
"What the fuck is your problem, Nicklaus?" Mikael yelled, outraged; while stumbling back on his legs.
"What in the name of God!" Esther exclaimed, in shock; arriving on site with George standing by her side. "Elijah, what is happening?" She asked, while grabbing her son's right forearm.
"I don't know, mother; but I obviously need to stop it." He replied, rushing his steps where the commotion was boiling to the point of explosion.
"My problem is that this man is the worst vermin that you could have ever been, Mikael!" Klaus lashed out; taking the entire auditory by surprise by entering his right fist inside Petrov's chest to grab a hand full of his heart.
"For fuck sake what are you doing?" Stefan yelled, before rushing by Elijah's side to try to pull Klaus away from his present victim.
"Nicklaus, let go of his heart for God sake!" Elijah ordered, while trying to redraw his brother's wrist from Petrov's chest.
"I want him to pay for what he did to my wife!" Klaus busted out of his system.
A few hours prior to the outburst…
"We need to go back to the main camp." Klaus informed, toneless; while gathering their personal belongings.
"And do what?" Carolina inquired, eyes closed; both hands crossed over her round belly.
"Leave." He responded, in a single word.
"While leaving me behind? Or am I tagging along this time?" She questioned more, while reopening her eyes.
"Why would I leave you behind?" He shrugged, while avoiding her inquiring sight.
"I don't know? Why did you before?" She shrugged, herself.
"I've told you many times already, if I had put you in that cell it was to keep you safe from this lethal threat." He added, with a loud sigh.
"Will you avoid looking at me all day?" Carolina asked, tears filling her eyes. "I'm guessing the delightful bliss that we've shared last night is a "thing" from the past, now?" She added, in a drier tone of voice.
"I gave you what you needed at that moment." Klaus commented. "You needed the human touch, reassurance; tenderness… For once, I was able to oblige."
"Fuck you, Klaus! You took as much as I was willing to give to you!" She busted to his face. "Is making me "come" with your head between my legs a way to reassure me too?"
"You shouldn't upset yourself, it's not good for …" He suggested, unable to finish his sentence; while lowering his sight to her belly.
"What? For the baby? You're not even able to say it out loud?" She questioned, while swallowing a lump in her throat.
"It's a foreign concept to me, Carolina." Klaus gave the only explanation that he could think of at the present moment.
"Really? A foreign concept? Was marrying a Russian girl via a marital agency a foreign concept also?" She busted to his face. "Or is the fun that you could gain from that "foreign concept" gone already?"
"Don't!" He growled, loudly; both closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body. "You're my wife, I give a fuck about the "when" or the "how" we've met!"
"And you also give a fuck about the child I'm carrying … You're child!" She lashed out more.
"Because I did not choose to have this child; it was forced on me!" The hybrid yelled, hitting his bulged chest with his right closed fist.
"I knew it … I knew deep down in my guts and soul that you hated the idea of having a child with me." Carolina lost all her colors; the sentence being pronounced in a weak whisper.
"Oh for God sake, it's not the idea of having a child with you that is bothering me; it's more the fact that I have no idea what the future of this child will be. I suggest for you to grow up, Carolina!" Klaus spat, under clenched teeth. "This isn't a fairy tale! Having a child means more than conceiving it!"
"You think I don't know that? You think that I'm still young and naive?" She replied, dryly; a finger pointed toward her chest. "Let me tell you something, Klaus Mikaelson, being married to you has trashed all my naive dreams of little girl; I perfectly know that this wouldn't be a walk in the park for neither of us! But, I stupidly thought that you would cherish this amazing opportunity that life had thrown at us."
"Us? What about "him" or "her"?" Klaus replied, his eyes locked with Carolina's. "Did you … Did you even think for a second what that child will think of this messed up situation, when he'll or she'll grow up?"
"This is not your tale, Klaus; this is our child' tale; don't mix the two, please?" Carolina raised her right hand to caress the manly line of his jaw. "This child would be loved by both parents. There would not be any ambiguity about that fact."
"Don't, Carolina…" Klaus shook his head; gently pushing his wife's hands away. "Don't pity me, please."
"Pity you? I would never pity you, Klaus; but I know how much you have suffered your entire life about the way you were conceived; and about Mikael and the lack of love you've received from him." She added, in a softer tone of voice. "I know in my heart that you have always felt like you were not deserving of love. And with the sudden discovery that Petrov is your biological father, this was too much for you to handle."
"Maybe I wasn't meant to be love." He replied, wiping tears that were rolling on his cheeks.
"I-love-you, Klaus Mikaelson; regardless of your parents, the way you were brought into this world, even regardless of your bad moods and ruthless behavior." Carolina confessed, cupping his face with both hands. "I love you for "you"! For the fact that you would sacrificed everything for the ones you love." She added, lowering her forehead on his. "Even if most of the times, you wreak havoc on all of us."
"Maybe you shouldn't love me… Look at all the heartache I gave you; Love? You deserve so much more than this, so much more than me." He came to the mere conclusion.
"My place is "here", with you and our child." She confirmed, bringing his right hand over her belly.
"I felt a strong kick!" Klaus exclaimed, a smile spreading on his manly lips.
"Yes; he's or she's pretty fed up with the bad attitude of his or her father." She replied, with a single wink.
"Regardless, Carolina; I can't let this pregnancy put your life in danger." He shook his head, swallowing a lump in his throat. "We have no way of knowing if giving birth to this child will kill you or not? If giving birth to this child could make me lose you?" He added, nervously. "I can't even…"
"Shush!" The young human female placed a finger on top of his parted lips. "It's my choice to make, not yours."
"It's time to leave." He pushed himself at arm length, before grabbing both of their backpacks and sleeping bags.
"Klaus, please…Just promise me to not lose your calm back at the camp?" She begged of him.
"I'll wait for you outside." That were the last words she heard being whispered from his mouth; before seeing him step outside the cavern.
"Were you on drugs when you suddenly decided to share this insane marriage idea of yours with my brothers?" Rebekah came out of nowhere, while standing at a few feet of distance of the river; closed fists placed on each side of her waist.
"Good morning to you too, Rebekah!" Stefan replied, coldly; before grabbing a towel to dry his face. "And what does it change anyway? It's not like you want to get married to me – Or did I mistake the speech you gave to your audience, yesterday?"
"What was I supposed to do? Agreeing to your eccentricity of the moment, Stefan?" Rebekah shrugged her shoulders, fatalistically.
"That's what you think you are to me, an "eccentricity"?" Stefan turned on himself to face the blonde vampire; throwing the towel on his naked chest and right shoulder, before taking a few walking steps to reach her own standing position.
"Frankly Stefan; I have no idea what I am to you?" She replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "One day you could easily leave me in a cell, and the next asking me to marry you!"
"If I recall, I have asked for you to marry me before we left Petrov's mansion!" Stefan busted out. "As for leaving you in a cell, it was essentially for your own safety, Rebekah."
"Like it was for my own safety when you left me on the side of the road so many years ago?" She questioned him; chin raised and fiery sight narrowed on the young vampire.
"I was young and foolish back then." Stefan swallowed a lump in his throat; before agreeing with a single nod. "And you were naïve, insufferable and childish."
"So much for you marrying this naive, insufferable, childish woman then!" Rebekah replied, tears filling her eyes; before turning on her heels to leave the river bank.
"Bekah, please?" Stefan grabbed her left upper arm; swirling her body around to face him; both hands now placed on her shoulders. "What I wanted to say is that we both changed… We're so different now; but my feelings for you are still the same."
"It wouldn't work." She shook her head, a veil of sadness covering her eyes. "I would get on your nerves in no time – We would end up getting a divorce in faster time!"
"You're getting on my last freaking nerves every day, baby – This wouldn't be any different." Stefan commented, a small laughter escaping his lips; both hands cupping her face. "And getting on my nerves is what makes me love you even more."
"It's … It's a stupid idea! We are vampires, and vampires don't get married… Not for an eternity that is. Who would endure the same person for an eternity?" Rebekah tried to give weight to her side of the argument.
"Well, two of your brothers for starter!" Stefan commented, a smirk raising both sides of his manly lips.
"And look how good this has turned out?" Rebekah exclaimed, with wide opened eyes; raising both hands to grab his wrists.
"Come on, Rebekah; I've never seen your brothers so crazy in love before." Stefan exclaimed, a smile spreading on his lips. "Carolina and Katerina have changed them for the better. And I highly doubt this is not forever for them."
"When did you become such a romantic, Salvatore?" Rebekah whispered, her sight fixated on his lips.
"I've always been a romantic, Bekah, it's you who was the rebellious one, remember?" He arched an eyebrow, a smirk raising the left side of his manly lips.
"It's the danger, it's bringing a euphoria that we can't control!" She came to the single conclusion, pacing back and forth in front of her lover.
"Well, it'll be a danger in itself to be married to you, I can't argue with that!" Stefan teased, before being hit on his left forearm by Rebekah's right fist. "Hey! What did I say?"
"You're making fun of this, you're making fun of me in front of my brothers!" Rebekah lashed out to his face, a pointed finger underneath his nose.
"I'm not making fun of you, Rebekah – For God sake; I've asked your hand in marriage to your brothers – Do you even realize how fucking hard this was?" Stefan spat back. "I could easily had my heart pulled out of my chest!"
"The only way we'll be able to get out of this is if you redraw your request to them." She came to the logical conclusion, shrugging her shoulders.
"What? No! Why would I redraw my request to have your hand in marriage?" Stefan shook his head.
"Because! We need to find a way to get ourselves out of the mess you've just created!" Rebekah replied, hitting his chest of her closed fist.
"Wanting to marry you is not a mess that I've just created, Rebekah!" He replied, dryly.
"Find a way to get us out of this mess, you hear me?" She poked his chest, before turning on her heels to head toward the main camp.
"No! I won't find a way to get us out of this mess! You'll marry me, Rebekah Mikaelson; and this even if I have to put you on my shoulder and drag you in the church and in front of the fucking priest myself!" He shouted to her, hitting the trunk of a tree with the tip of his right boot; before swearing to himself at the intense pain.
"Mm…What is happening?" Katerina leaped in her sleep; suddenly rising her upper body in a sitting position; before frantically scattering the river bank and forest.
"Good morning, wife!" Elijah winked, playfully; while lying on a bed of leaves, in the glory of his nakedness, his head raised on his hand, with the help of his left forearm.
"Elijah, what the hell? I'm naked… And I'm … We're in the middle of nowhere!" Katerina exclaimed, in shock; still in the blur of her morning awakening.
"Well… The naked part is majorly your fault. You took a midnight bath in the river, and I had no other choices but to undress myself." He informed her, teaser. "Though, the lying naked on a bed of leaves is all mine. We made passionate love, last night; Katerina."
"Oh…Yes, it's all coming back to me now." The Brunette passed a hand through her matted hair. "I'm still mad at you though. You're an asshole for locking me in a cell!"
"You weren't that mad at me last night?" Elijah whispered, his lips languorously sliding on the delicious curve of her neck; while pinching the erected nipple of her right breast. "And I think you could be ready for round two – Or am I mistaking?"
"You took me by surprise last night, with your "over the top" sexiness and your scruff look, and I couldn't react appropriately!" She tried to push him at arm length; before letting out a small cry after being pushed back into a lying position, her husband wedging her body between his legs.
"моя любовь!" The Original whispered, sensually; both hands sliding on the delicious curves of her hips. "And it wasn't a scruff look!"
"Don't you whisper sweet things in Russian in my ears – It won't change a thing!" Katerina raised her chin; her sight locked with her husband's. "It won't change the fact that you've abandoned me!"
"I thought you love when I whisper sweet "things" in your ear in Russian?" Elijah smirked, grabbing her right hand before kissing each of her fingertips.
"You're too damn handsome for my own good, Elijah Mikaelson!" Katerina replied, a small smile raising the left corner of her luscious lips.
"So, I've been told by my beautiful, sexy, "I bathe in the river naked", wife." Elijah grinned, while raising both eyebrows in a comical way.
"I did not have cold feet! And I am not ashamed of my body, Elijah!" She replied.
"You shouldn't, you have a beautiful body – I've been drawn to you since the first time I laid my eyes on you; and this beautiful ass of yours." He slapped her bottom; playfully.
"You were meant to be with Carolina, remember?" Katerina objected, vehemently.
"Oh yes, I do remember!" Elijah busted into laughter; rolling on himself to take back his laying positon near his wife. "Me and Nicklaus we were trying to keep our cool and straight faces, while realizing that we were paired with the contrary woman."
"You were really attracted to me at first glance?" She asked, mostly surprised.
"Are you doubting this true fact?" Elijah turned his head to address a smile at his wife.
"Carolina is really beautiful too, who knows?" She shrugged, redness filling her cheeks.
"She is; but she's not truly my type." He commented, with a single shrug.
"What's your type, then?" She asked, teaser.
"Sexy brunette, who's a real pain in my ass, with a strong will to contradict me all the time!" Elijah replied, truthfully.
"You're saying that to be nice." Katerina buried her sudden flush and head in his left shoulder, small laughter escaping her lips.
"Oh no, the sexy brunette part is mostly truthful." He mocked, before softly kissing her forehead.
"Are we going to die?" She asked, unceremoniously; before losing her smile.
"No." Elijah shook his head.
"How can you know? This threat is real, Elijah… And my sister…" She questioned, biting into her bottom lip; while tears filled her eyes.
"She'll be fine! Klaus would give his own eternal life to save her, before anything could happen to your sister. You need to be certain of that fact, Katerina." Elijah commented, before interlacing his fingers with the ones of her right hand.
"I'm not the number one fan of your brother, by a long shot; but I know in my heart that this is the truth." She admitted, reluctantly.
"We need to go back to the camp." He suggested, before turning his head to brush her lips of a sweet kiss.
"Is your right hand cold and placed on my hips right now?" Katerina wondered with big eyes.
"No on both accounts, why?" Elijah questioned.
"Oh my God!" The young female vampire jumped on her feet; jumping from one foot to the other; while screaming from the top of her tongue.
"Katerina! For God sake, lower your screams, it's only an armless snake!" Elijah grabbed the small animal by the head, before throwing it at a few feet of distance.
"Only a small snake; are you out of your freaking mind!" She glanced at him; dumbfounded.
"Well, I think you saw a bigger one last night; or am I mistaking?" The Original teased, under his burst of laughter; while grabbing his jeans left on the ground. "Get dress, gorgeous!" he suggested, with a wink.
"Oh! Just shut up would you?" The brunette replied; her eyes throwing darts.
"Is it a bad time?" Maria inquired, standing at a few feet of distance from George's sleeping bag, placed near the river.
The tall, dark hair vampire turned his head, taking a quick glance at the female Original, drops of water dropping from his face, down on his bare torso. He grabbed a towel, drying the water from his face.
"It there something I can do for you, Maria? Are we leaving the camp site already?" He replied, toneless; both hands now placed on each side of his waist.
"I … Well, I believe we are very close to leave, indeed … But, that is not why I'm here, George; if you could grant me the time to…" Maria begged him; a hand raised in front of her chest.
"If it's regarding my functions as a bodyguard, I'm here for you, Maria; otherwise I think it would be wiser and easier if we forget about … I mean…" He sighed loudly, before grabbing a clean t-shirt to dress himself. "Forget about what happened between us."
"You're angry, mad and resentful about what happened at the compound, and frankly I would be in your shoes." Maria tried to ease George's anger.
"I'm here for you, Maria, always… But…" The young vampire growled, biting the inside of his cheeks; closed fists placed along his tensed body. "I can't be the man that will step aside; while you rekindle your past relationships with both Mikael and Petrov; and this at the same time!"
"Oh for God sake, George; slapping me in the face would be less hurtful than throwing these harsh and false insinuations to my face!" Maria lashed out, taking a step forward; with her chin and fiery sight raised at him.
"Pulling my heart out of my chest would be less hurtful than seeing you flirt with both of your exes, Maria!" George spat back, sight locked, his face at a near inch of hers.
"I know, I am aware of how this looks … But, it's really not what you think." She begged for him to listen, her right hand raised on his bulged chest.
"I can't, Maria; I simply can't…" He shook his head, biting into his bottom lip.
"I … I regained my memory." Maria finally confessed.
"What?" George exclaimed, grabbing both of her shoulders.
"I remember everything about my past life: my marriage to Mikael, Elijah, and Finn… When I had met Ludvig … Everything." She explained in more details.
"And you kept quiet about it to each and all? When… I mean, when did you regain your memory exactly?" He inquired.
"Little by little, blurred images, conversations that I had … But all really came back to me when we were locked up in the cells." She confessed, truthfully; taking a step back before turning her back at her lover. "I wasn't Maria anymore; I was this woman who betrayed her husband and had an affair with another man, before learning that I was carrying this man' child." She added, by repenting of her sins. "Furthermore, I remembered everything about the "man" that we are calling our threat now."
"The fact that you are remembering about this "threat" is not adding any more danger than what we are in right now." He tried to calm her worries. "As for your son, Klaus; he never held a grudge against you." He mentioned, more as a fact than a question.
"I know." She nodded, before wrapping her own arms around her chest. "But, he's still suffering for my past' mistakes."
"But you knew about all of these past events already – You basically knew the woman you were back then, Maria?" George replied, compassionate; approaching her present standing position; before cluing his body to her back, both hands placed on her shoulders, with his chin tucked on top of Maria's head. "You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself; you have "loved" with all your heart, and maybe you have made mistakes; but you've never intended to be selfish or to hurt anybody."
"You're a very kind man, George." Maria complimented; tears filling her eyes. "It's just hard to relive all your life all at once, and suddenly realizing that you could have changed the outcome but have chosen a different path."
"All of this is in the past now, Maria" George replied, softly kissing the top of her hair, before raising an eyebrow at her silent response. "Or is it?" He wondered out loud, turning her body around to face him. "Do you still have feelings for both of these men?"
"It is in the past… But…" She contradicted her own say.
"But?" He raised the question, once more; while lifting her chin to meet her gaze. "You've realized that you still have feelings for one or both of them?"
"I remember so much now … My fear, my hopes, and the fact that I truly loved both of them at one period of my long life." She replied, truthful.
"I see…" George lowered his hand, before taking a step back.
"No you don't!" Maria grabbed both of his wrists, her sight locked with the young vampire's. "I've said: I truly "loved" both of them, in the past tense, George. Please, comprehend that I owe them the truth about the fact that I've regained my memory."
"I understand." George nodded, with a single nod. "And I would also understand if for some obscure reason, your heart would beat for one of them…Once more."
"It won't happen." Maria cupped his face with both hands. "Simply for the single fact that…"
"That…" George questioned, with a raised eyebrow.
"Simply for the single fact that … I've fallen in love with you, George." The Original confessed, lowering her sight; a deep shade of red covering her cheeks.
"Are you sure?" George questioned, grabbing both of her upper arms; a smile of "hope" spreading on his manly lips.
"I just … I just remembered what "love" felt like… and…" She stammered through her sentence, raising her sight to meet his dark glance.
"And?" The bodyguard questioned, pulling her body in the comfort of his arms; while cupping her face with both hands.
"And … It's what I feel for and when I'm with you." Maria finally confessed, tears filling her eyes, nervous laughter escaping her throat.
"Oh Maria…" George let a loud sigh escape his lips, his fingers caressing her cheeks while brushing off the tears from her face. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure of my heart skipping a beat every time I'm near you." She confessed, humbly. "But I've giving you so much heartache already and …"
"Shush!" George pushed a finger on her parted lips to silence her. "Beautiful Maria; you just made me the happiest man in the world." He added, before brushing her lips of a kiss.
"George…" Maria let a moan and the whisper of his name escape her lips. "I need to talk to both Mikael and Ludvic."
"I know… And I understand." George replied, leaving an additional kiss on Maria's forehead, while softly rocking her in his arms.
"Motus! Que ta vi se nobis exsistente!" Bonnie raised both hands while reciting the incantation; a vortex of strong winds sweeping leaves and small pieces of wood on its path of destruction.
"Playing around with you magic, Bonnie?" She suddenly lowered her hands and magic down, while hearing the question being whispered near her left ear, soft lips brushing the sensitive spot on her earlobe.
"Exercising my power, trying to save all our asses would be more accurate, Kol!" She pushed herself at arm length, taking a few walking steps in front of her; before facing the river, chin rose, arms crossed over her chest.
"You're still mad at me for locking you in a cell, aren't you?" Kol strike both of his eyelids; raising his head to the blue sky.
"I don't know, what do you think? What gave me away, mm? Is it the fact that I can't even be in your presence anymore?" Bonnie replied, dryly. "You had no right, Kol Mikaelson… And certainly not one over me!"
"I know, but … It… It was for your own good, darling … I … I did what seemed right at the time." Kol stammered through his sentence; and God knows he was not one who stammered oftentimes! "As for not being able to be in my presence, I thought we were a "thing" now? Like a "couple" or something?"
"A thing? I give a fuck about you, Kol Mikaelson!" She retraced her steps to reach his standing position, pocking his bulged chest with a straight finger. "If it wasn't for Carolina – We wouldn't have known each other! Don't ever presume you're my keeper or my savor, or I'll fry your brain into hashes." She added, steam coming out of her ears. "I'm my own person, I can save myself, am I clear?"
"It couldn't be clearer to me." He replied, lowering his sight, nervously rubbing both hands together, while nodding obediently. "You're saying this, but it's not true that you're not giving a fuck about me, right?" He asked, raising slowly his head and sight to meet Bonnie's gaze, with an adorable puppy face.
"Oh… really?" Bonnie rolled her eyes to the blue sky. "The puppy face? The teary eyes? How foolish do you think I am?"
"Because… You see … Loosing "me" would mean losing this amazing body that you love so much, and…" Kol commented, teaser; taking a few steps toward the young witch; before being cut in his momentum.
"Shush!" Bonnie waved a finger underneath his nose. "You're not allowed to talk; or I'll turn you into a rat!"
"But, Bonnie … You, turning me into a rat would surely shrank a part of my anatomy. The part that you seem to love so much." Kol shrugged, comically. "I'm just saying." He added, both opened palms raised in the air.
"Oh for God sake, we've slept together a few times it's not a big deal, I was passing the time to be truthful." Bonnie shrugged, indifferent; with the mere intention to hurt him. "And, now we're done!" She added, under clenched teeth. "I have better things to do with my life than sticking around and be the "sex-toy" of an ancient vampire! I want to travel and see the world; and frankly I want to sleep with other men too!"
"I'm not ancient, I'm an "Original"!" Kol objected, vehemently. "And why would you want to sleep with other man after me? Frankly it's like eating a hamburger after tasting a "filet mignon"!"
"I like hamburgers! And …Original my ass!" Bonnie started to pace back and forth over a path of leaves. "You know what you are? You're a spoiled brat, Kol Mikaelson! The bad-boy of the Originals family who seems to think that he's allowed to be an ass to everybody – including me!"
"I'm a spoiled brat? I'm a bad boy? Well… The last one, probably, but it's beside the point." Kol exclaimed, in shock; pointing toward his own chest. "The point being, darling; that I truly believe you have it in reverse. It's you who's a shrew, who never seem to be happy and it takes a saint like me to endure you! And, you were pretty satisfied when this bad-boy was lying between your legs, weren't you?!"
"I'm a shrew? I'm a shrew?" The young witch spat in rage; the aura of her magic generating some flashes of light in the above blue sky. "And don't you dare mentioning our sexy times in a way to get back at me!"
"Well, you're not exactly the "nice" type, aren't you?" Kol shrugged, unapologetically; rapidly glancing at the darker sky. "Why? You're ashamed or the few times you begged me for more?"
"You know what? FINE! I'm a shrew – Simply because I'm not kneeling in front of your majesty Kol, agreeing to be the "sweet-agreeable" witch girlfriend; when you perfectly know that I'm not the goody-two shoes type of girl!" Bonnie commented, furiously; with the wind rising in intensity. "I'm powerful, I'm strong, and I'm able to take care of myself – I'm not a damsel in distress that needs the mighty strong Kol Mikaelson to rescue her."
"Did you implied that you were my "girlfriend" just now?" Kol raised an eyebrow, with a smirk raising the right side of his manly lips. "And would you lower your tone and magic down, for God sake; our lovers' quarrel is not concerning the rest of the group, sweetheart!" He ordered, before scattering their surroundings; worrying about her strong manifestations of magic.
"Don't "sweetheart me! This is not a lovers' quarrel! This is nothing …. You're nothing to me!" Bonnie held her pace, raising her chin and sight at him, both closed fists placed on each side of her waist. "You can go to hell for what I care, Kol Mikaelson!"
"Fine, you can go to hell too, Bonnie Bennett!" Kol replied, dryly; while imitating her posture.
"Fine!" She nodded, biting nervously into her bottom lip.
"Fine!" He repeated, his sight fixated on her lip. "Stop doing that, would you?"
"What?" Bonnie asked, breathless.
"Biting your bottom lip." Kol replied, while licking his own. "It drives me crazy!"
"And? What will you do about it?" She bit her lip even more to play with his nerves.
"I just want to kiss you!" He growled loudly, before grabbing her left wrist to crash her on his muscular chest; cupped her face, his lips crashing on hers a second later.
Bonnie squirmed while trying to find a way out of his passionate embrace, kicking her legs in every directions; both wrists pulled behind her back to held her immobile. She finally let a loud moan of pleasure escape her lips, before letting him take possession of her mouth, his tongue invading her mouth.
"I almost lost it when the explosion happened at Petrov's mansion; I thought I had lost you." Kol confessed, mouthing the words on top of her parted lips. "I have fallen hard for you, Bonnie Bennett; and I don't fall easily, believe me." He added, leaving a trail of kisses on her cheeks, eyelids and forehead. "I don't want a goody-two-shoes girl; I want you! And if you haven't figure that part out, darling; you haven't figure anything." He confessed, humbly. "We're in this together, Bennett! We'll fight this threat together; and afterward, you'll travel around the world, but you won't be alone… I'll be by your side, darling."
"Kol…" Bonnie whispered his name, a range of intense shivers hitting her body all at once. "You're insufferable and I hate you!" She added, in a mix of laughter and tears.
"If this is your unique way to proclaim your love for me; I'll take it!" He grinned, happily; before capturing her lips once more.
"A beautiful mermaid who's floating majestically in the middle of the ocean, how more poetic this can be?" Vittorio commented, teaser; leaning his right shoulder and upper arm on a tree trunk.
"Vittorio, my darling…" Anastassia playfully waved her fingers at her male friend; her body emerged from waist to toes, with her perky breasts offered to the rays of the morning sun and to her friend's sight. "An ocean… Are you blind? It's a filthy river; I'm not even sure there isn't a dead body hiding somewhere in the water?" She wrinkled her nose with disdain.
"Not a dead body, sweetheart; just dead fishes!" He shrugged his shoulders. "And you know me, I like to put frilly and sequins in our day to day life." He added, smiling and winking.
"Vittorio … Do you think my breasts are down on my chest? I mean lower than usual or am I imagining things?" Anastassia lowered her sight down on her body, cupping both breasts with her hands. "Is it possible for a vampire to experience aging like humans?"
"What?!" Vittorio exclaimed in shock over her own say; taking a few steps to reach the river bank. "Girlfriend, what are you talking about? Your breasts are the most delightful sight. And no, vampires are not aging like humans. Both of your melons are safe from the law of attraction!"
"Thank you, Vittorio, you're my sweet pea!" Anastassia blow her friend a kiss.
"Is it your present boy-toy who's triggering all these insecurities inside of you? Vittorio wondered out loud.
"I don't know what or whom you're talking about?" Anastassia shrugged, a light shade of red covering her cheeks.
"Really? Let see … Dark, handsome, sexy as hell, Damon Salvatore, ringing a bell to you?" Vittorio inquired, while tilting his head to the right.
"Nope! Not in the slightest." She added, glancing at her nails.
"What is this?" They both heard the loud question; before turning simultaneously their heads toward the intruder.
"Oh look who's just pop out of nowhere, my dear?" Vittorio commented, grinning.
"Why are you looking at the naked breasts of my girlfriend?" Damon questioned the warlock, eyes widely opened; a straight finger pointed toward Anastassia.
"Well, Why are you asking, darling? Would you prefer if I was looking at your naked chest?" Vittorio questioned, winking at the young male vampire. "But for that, you need to go commando, my friend; I can't judge of the merchandise if you're not standing naked in front of my sight."
"Could you ask your warlock friend to leave?" Damon gave his request to the redhead bombshell. "And … Could you, like… plunge your upper body in the water, please?"
"No on both accounts!" Anastassia replied, with a single shrug. "You don't like the company, leave! You don't like what you're seeing, don't look!"
"It's ok, baby… Vittorio knows when he's not welcomed." He replied, grinning. "I'll leave you with your new "toy- boy"."
"Vittorio, you don't have to leave on his account!" Anastassia replied, while caressing her breasts in a sensual way; under Damon's clenched teeth and fiery sight.
"I'm not her "toy-boy"!" The young vampire growled, unhappy. "And don't hit the door on your way out!" He added, to a deaf ear; Vittorio was already gone.
"Can you get out of the way; you're blocking the sun!" Anastassia ordered him, dryly.
"Fat chance, sweetheart; now get out of the water!" He replied, with a hand gesture.
"Tell me something, did I miss the memo saying I owe you anything and everything? Because as of now, I can only recall that I give a fucking crap about you, Damon Salvatore." Anastassia informed him, unceremoniously.
"I'm guessing we're leaving soon, so … That's why I'm asking you to get out of the damn water. I want you to get ready." Damon informed her, both closed fists placed on each side of his waist.
"Asking or ordering?" The Russian girl questioned, slowly getting out of the water; before placing her naked figure at a few feet of distance of her interlocutor. "Because you see, Damon; I only take orders in the bedroom." She winked, playfully.
"I thought…" Damon tried to articulate, biting into his bottom lip.
"Yes, you thought what?" She raised both eyebrows, arms crossed over her naked breasts.
"I thought that I was making the right call when your father approached me with the idea of locking you in a cell. I thought it would keep you safe." He confessed, shamefully. "Could you …" He turned his sight around to finally grab a long white shirt of hers. "Put something on yourself" He thrown the piece of fabric to the redhead.
"Damon Salvatore, since when are you shy about my naked body?" She smirked, while passing the long shirt above her head, down on her silhouette. "There, happy?"
"Much better." He nodded, a nerves twitching in his right cheek.
"And, since when are you an item with my father, anyway?" Anastassia winced at the idea; bending her upper body to grab a pair of jeans left on the ground. "The mere idea that one of my one-night stand could be friend with my father is killing my sex drive."
"Since the both of us care so much about you." Damon let the admission slip out of his lips.
The redhead raised her head; she stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes locked with his in an intense silent exchange.
"Well…" Anastassia finally turned her head away from his intense gaze; a light color of red filling her cheeks. "My welfare or security is certainly not of your concerns, Salvatore." She shrugged, falsely indifferent; while pulling her jeans up on her legs. "We slept together, a few times; that doesn't mean you're entitled to run my life. It simply means that we "fuck" and now you're free to gather pollen on other flowers."
"Listen to me… I've asked your father if I could … I mean … If he had any objections if I was dating you." Damon confessed, humbly.
"You're joking, right?" Anastassia exclaimed. "And you're still standing in front of my sight with all members attached to your body?" She added, in shock.
"Anastassia… I know … I know it started as a sexual relationship between the two of us … But; you're driving me insane, and …" Damon tried to articulate his feelings. "You're so beautiful, intelligent, sexy and kinky…"
"Are you insane?" She commented, nervously pacing back and forth in front of the river bank.
"I want more. I think… No, I'm actually certain that you could be "it" for me." He admitted.
"No, no, no … I don't want to heart your weak attempt to seduce me." She shook her head; her mind not being able to realize what was truly happening with his admission.
"Then, hear this!" Damon grabbed both of Anastassia's shoulders, pulling her on his chest, before crashing his mouth on her red lips, while silencing her cry of surprise. "Now, the ball is in your court, sweetheart; but just know that I won't crawl to win you over." He mouthed the words on top of her parted lips. "It's time that you realize my worth." He added; pushing himself at arm length, turning on his heels; before heading back to the main camp.
"What the hell was this?" Anastassia questioned, mouth opened; a hand raised over her lips.
Back to the present time…
"Fuck Nicklaus! What are you talking about?" Elijah replied, pushing and keeping Nicklaus' hand inside Petrov' torso, forbidding him to pull his heart out.
"For fuck sake, Klaus; are you losing your mind?" Stefan repeated, himself; while giving a helpful hand to the eldest of the Originals, to retain Klaus for doing the unthinkable.
"Klaus! Listen to me!" Carolina rushed by their standing positions. "I beg of you; let your father go… Do it for me, my love?"
"No!" Klaus shook his head; father's and son's sights lock in an intense duel of power. "Step aside, Carolina; this is between me and my father now. He has done enough to hurt you."
"You, jerk! You have the audacity of telling that "this" is between you and your father?" Carolina replied, dryly; a finger pointing to her belly. "When you perfectly know that I'm one important factor in this equation?!"
"Carolina; what is going on, sister?" Katerina reached the commotion, before grabbing her sister's hands to slowly turn her body around. "Please, talk to me?" She begged, softly caressing both of her cheeks.
"I've told him that we should have waited to tell all of you the news." Carolina mumbled, shaking her head; left under a jerky breathing. "But…But, he's so unpredictable that I couldn't stop him…Stop this!" She added, before falling on her knees; while holding her belly.
"Carolina, Are you ok?" Katerina kneeled by her sister's side, questioning; while pushing a few strands away from her sister's forehead.
"I have a few cramps." Carolina replied, while taking deep breaths inside her lungs. "I'll be OK."
"How does it feel to have your son holding your heart; ready to rip it off your chest? Can you tell me father?" Klaus asked, under clenched teeth.
"Do it!" Petrov managed to let it out. "If it's really what you want; I can't stop you."
"Come on, Klaus; let him go?" Both Elijah and Stefan shouted their orders, simultaneously.
"What the hell?" Anastassia exclaimed over the scenery, while reaching the camp site; Damon following close on her heels. "Papa?" She yelled some more, in complete shock, before rushing to her father; only to be retained on her momentum by the young vampire's arms placed around her waist.
"Don't make it worse than it looks now; let me take care of it." Damon whispered in her left ear, before pushing the Russian beauty toward Kol. "Give me a hand, would you?"
"Sure thing!" Kol nodded; while grabbing both of Anastassia's upper arms.
"Bonnie! Tell your "boyfriend" to let me go, please?!" Anastassia begged her new found friend; squirming to free herself of Kol's grip.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart; not this time!" Bonnie shook her head, compassionate; with a single nod addressed to Kol. "It's better for you to stay out of this quarrel."
"Thank you." Kol mouthed the words, with a single wink addressed to the witch, while appreciating her indulgence. He perfectly knew how Bonnie felt in regard of the sexism between the men and women in the group; but she had obviously understood that it was safer to keep Anastassia on a leash for her own safety.
"You need a hand?" George grabbed Klaus by the neck; giving an extra hand to both Elijah and Stefan, while holding the Hybrid's on his quest to kill his father.
"Well, this is certainly appreciated!" Elijah replied to his bodyguard.
"What are you trying to accomplish, Klaus?" Maria reached their standing positions, near the tree; before raising her chin at her son.
"Stay out of it, mother!" Klaus kept his sight locked with his father's. "It's between myself and your past lover."
"Did you even think for a minute that you could upset your wife and cause her physical discomfort?" Maria asked, under clenched teeth.
"Listen to your mother…" Petrov managed to whisper, almost out of breaths.
"She's fine!" Klaus tried to convince himself; forbidding himself to take a single glance toward his wife.
"No she's not fine, Klaus!" Maria replied, in a dryer tone of voice. "Look at her, please?"
The hybrid finally granted himself the chance to take a quick glance at his wife; noticing her sudden kneeling position near her sister, with her head bended, both hands holding her belly.
"Carolina?" He called, softly; finally regaining his calmer self. "Love, are you ok?"
"She's probably experimenting some cramps, you need to stop, and you need to stop now, Klaus!" Maria begged his son, once more.
"Mikaelson!" Damon busted, sneaking his head between Elijah's and Stefan's positions. "You! Fucked up in the head asshole! Let go of Anastassia's father now!"
With a loud growl coming from the deepness of his soul; Klaus pulled his hand out of Petrov's chest, taking a few steps back; slowly turning his fiery sight to transfer his rage on the young vampire, before grabbing Damon by the throat, only to push him on the ground a second later; while maintaining the poor victim under his claws.
"Are you ok?" Mikael reached Petrov's standing position; before sliding an arm around his torso to help him stand.
"I'll live." Petrov nodded, while addressing him a thankful nod.
"Papa!" Anastassia rushed toward her father; after being released of Kol's strong grip on her.
"It's ok, I'm ok; it takes more than this to get rid of me." Petrov pulled his daughter in the comfort of his arms.
"Thank God!" Anastassia commented, turning her sight toward Damon.
"Go to him! He needs you too." Petrov pushed her toward the young vampire.
"Are you hurt?" Maria asked their present leader, a hand raised on his wounded chest.
"I'll be fine, don't worry about me, Maria." Petrov nodded, with a shy smile.
"For fuck sake, Klaus; let go of my brother!" Stefan turned on himself, before kneeling on the ground to grab the hybrid's arm.
"Are you done for the day?" Elijah spitted, angrily; while him and George switched their effort to help Damon this time.
"What did you call me, Salvatore?" Klaus busted to Damon; while cutting all oxygen in the young vampire's lungs; his victim's face suddenly turning blue.
The force of the sudden impact pushed Elijah, Stefan and George at a few feet of distance, while rolling on the ground, before freeing Damon and pushing Klaus in a lying position, with Katerina's left forearm firmly pushed on his throat.
"Listen to me, Klaus; if you're not holding your anger, and continue to create havoc on all of us, while making my sister cry and put in danger her health; I swear to God, even if it's almost impossible to kill you; I'll find a way!" The brunette lashed out, while holding him immobile on the ground.
"Are you OK?" Stefan helped Elijah raise back on his legs.
"Fuck, this is my wife!" The Original exclaimed, proudly; a smile spreading on his lips. "I didn't know she had it in her. I couldn't be more proud now!"
"And you're right – She's a force of nature that one!" Stefan commented, with a small laughter.
"Are you both OK?" Rebekah rushed toward her eldest brother and lover.
"We'll live." Elijah nodded, while addressing a smile to his sister.
"Yes." Stefan nodded, before pulling the blonde in the comfort of his arms. "Remind me why I'm friends with your brother?"
"Because you're crazy." Rebekah raised her sight, before hugging him.
"That's make all of us then." Elijah commented.
"Damon! Are you OK?" Anastassia rushed, kneeling by the vampire's side to help him stand.
"Well, look at that? Miss Anastassia Petrov who's worrying about me?" He gently mocked, sliding his left arm around her shoulders, to help him keep his equilibrium.
"Of course I'm worrying about you, Jerk!" She responded, while hitting her right fist on his chest.
"Tell your wife to let me go, Elijah… Or I swear…" Klaus growled, unhappy.
"Or you'll swear nothing; you deserved nothing more but being thrown on your back by a strong woman!" Elijah replied, dryly; while handing his right hand to his wife to help her get back on her feet. "Now, get up!" He ordered to his brother.
"You should keep your wife on a leash, Elijah!" Klaus spitted to his face, while standing on his two legs. "Or maybe you're already into the kinky stuff?" He added, spiteful.
"You know me, Nicklaus; I would prefer the handcuffs to a simple leash." Elijah replied, dryly.
"As for you, you should be kept in a dungeon with chains attached to both your ankles and wrists!" Katerina replied, taking a step toward her brother-in-law, steam coming out of her ears.
"Keep your calm now, Katerina." Elijah suggested; grabbing her right upper arm, while pulling his wife toward his chest.
"He's hurting my sister with his bad temperament – He's hurting all of us!" Katerina mumbled back, under clenched teeth.
"Can someone explain what in hell is going on in here?" Elijah asked, loudly; his sight scattering the group.
"Elijah?" Carolina managed to raise on both of her legs, all heads suddenly turning to stare at her. "I'm pregnant!" She exclaimed, unceremoniously; while raising her t-shirt to show her small prominent belly.
"What in the name of God?" Damon exclaimed, in shock; a hand placed around his sore throat.
"How can this be possible?" Elijah asked, before turning his sight toward his brother. "I presume the baby can't be yours, right?"
"You presume? Call me wrong then Elijah ... My biological father, here present, thought that it would help science to experiment on me and my wife!" Klaus spitted, resentful.
"Is this true?" Elijah turned his sigh at Petrov. "Did you do this?"
"It's true." Petrov nodded, lowering his head and sight in shame. "But…" He added, before raising both back up. "You can't even start to comprehend how much this will help create a new supernatural species, Klaus. A new species that will be more powerful than all of us reunited!" He exclaimed, taking a few steps to reach his son's position. "This is my gift to you, son; you'll take my place one day; you'll be their leader."
"Are you for real?" Klaus asked, shaking his head. "Do you know how difficult it was for me to even handle myself the past centuries? How I resented who and what I was? From the facts that I came from an adultery relationship and the one that I was rejected all my life by what I thought was my real father?" He added, glancing toward his mother and Mikael. "What do you think this child will think of himself after he'll or she'll learn that he or she came to this world as an experimentation?"
"He'll think that she or he is love by both of his parents; like I love both you and Anastassia." Petrov replied, truthful. "The church is already trying to find ways to eliminate all of us. We need to stand strong, Nicklaus!"
The loud cry pierced the silence, its coldness falling on their souls; while its intensity wrapped their hearts of a bad omen. They had been too focused on their own drama, to even realize the danger that was lurking near the camp.
Klaus turned his sight toward the very spot where his wife had stood not even a few minutes ago, finding it empty of her presence.
"Carolina? Carolina!" The hybrid yelled several times, from the top of his lungs, whiteness suddenly covering his face. "Where is my wife, Elijah?" He questioned, while turning on himself.
"I don't know… She was standing there, not even a minute ago?" Elijah exclaimed, pulling Katerina near his chest.
"Scattered the forest … We need to find my daughter in law, now!" Petrov lashed out the order to a few of his men.
"Oh my God!" Bonnie grabbed Kol's left forearm; a dizzy spell taking her by surprise. "I saw, I saw…" She stammered, nervously.
"What is it, Bonnie?" Kol questioned; while grabbing her by the waist.
"What did you saw?" Klaus inquired, rushing by their side.
"I don't know what it was … I just … I just saw "it" grab Carolina by the hair and throat, and elevate her in the air." Bonnie managed to articulate.
"Oh my God, Elijah; my sister has been kidnapped!" Katerina exclaimed, suddenly bursting into tears; before burying her head on his chest.
"It's ok; we'll find her, I promise!" He replied, while rocking her in his arms.
"I'm sorry..." Alexay surprised them all, by his sudden apparition, while coming out of the bushes, stumbling on his own steps, his arms wrapped around his wounded and bloody chest. "The beast … He took her!" He finally reached Petrov's position, before falling dead in his master's arms.
"Alexay? Alexay!" Petrov called, several times; before realizing the death of his friend and right arm man.
"He's here, Ludvig!" Mikael came to the single conclusion, a veil of sadness falling on his face.
"And he took Carolina!" Maria exclaimed, a right hand rose over her opened mouth; while falling into a state of shock.
"I got you, I got you!" George reached her in good time to hold her close to his chest.
"Oh….Carolina? What have I done?" Klaus whispered, a single tear rolling on his left cheek.
Well… That was that… lol … I think we've reached the "Oh fuck! This just happened?" part of the story. The beast took the only human of the group. Were you surprised by this bold move *wink-wink* of mine?
I truly hoped that you enjoyed this new update; and again thank you for your consideration and patience.
Side note: I want to take time to give my warm "thank you" to all of you who gave me moral support the past few months. Being social media friends, or readers who "popped up" a word of encouragement. Life has been (and still is) both hard and challenging for me; and I couldn't have make it as a stronger person without your support, among them: Melissa, Emma, Paula, "Gooddame" and many others – Again thank you!
And … Thank you also for reading the "A threat bigger than life" chapter, guys!
Love you all;
Lovely Vero
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