Klaus' prayers fell on deaf ears, as the next day he walked into his studio and found Desmemoda sitting in his chair with her legs up.
"Good morging, deformed bunny."She teased with a sly smile.
''The table is Italian'' It was the first thing that Klaus said.
''So are these heels'' She answered sarcastically
Waving one hand at her, Klaus rolled his eyes. "Why are you here? You don't have permission to be in this room."
This has been true since Elijah and Rebekah married Damon and Stefan and they all moved into one house and 8 people in one house were very difficult to coexist. They decided that everyone should have their own personal space.
A space where they could be alone with their thoughts and feelings, without being influenced by anyone. And they set a draconian rule. No one will enter the other's personal space without permission unless it's a matter of life and death.
The house was divided into the following personal spaces, Elijah and Bonnie took the library ,Rebekah the attic of and Stefan the backyard of the house.
Kol even decided to design his own room , a playroom, having put in a punching bag, a playbox and playstation. Of course Damon decided to take the cellar while Kathrine decided to make her own personal wardrobe.
Living in a house with almost 10 people, it was a bit difficult to avoid fights, so they needed a place to calm down.
Klaus' eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the woman's face."Go away and bother someone else. Where is everyone?"
"Bother someone else? When I have you here?"She said, still carrying on with the teasing.
I.." Klaus was actually at a loss. He didn't know how to respond.
The woman got up from the chair and walked towards him holding a cup of coffee.
"Here take this. I think that maybe you really need it."
She handed him the coffee and walked past him, wanting to see the works hanging on the walls.
"Don't worry, it's not poisoned"
She's messing with him, that's the only possibility, he thinks.
Klaus turned his gaze towards the woman and saw her standing in front of a painting.
The painting was titled "Frozen". It was composed by black, white and gray lines. Putting them all together, Desmemoda saw the snowflake, white and frozen in the middle of so much darkness. She was so caught by the lines, the brushes and the colors she didn't notice the man staring at her. When the sound of a few steps getting closer pulled her out of her thoughts she turned to see the artist, Niklaus, approaching to her and turn to look at the painting while he stood next to her.
"Do you like it?" He asked without looking at her, but at the painting.
"Yes... that's a nice snowflake." She replied.
"Is my work really that literal?" Klaus asked, the amused tone in his voice covered his disappointment. He turned to look at her and he realized they were standing closer than he first intended, and there was a pair of big blue eyes looking right at him.
"I'm serious... there's something... lonely about it." Desmemoda replied, struggling to put her thoughts into words. She blamed it to her ignorance when it came to art, and not to the fact that his accent and dimples made her mind go blank.
Klaus looked back at the painting. She was the first person that night to realize that. Hell, the first person to realize that ever!
"I'll take that as a compliment." He said.
"You were saying..." He continued as he turned to look at the painting. "There's something lonely about the painting..." Klaus was curious to know what made her say that.
"I don't know. I don't know anything about art." She said completely honest, which was something Klaus admired. They both stared at it for a moment before Desmemoda spoke again. "Is that you? The snowflake, I mean." She asked and Klaus smiled with amusement.
"What makes you think that, love?" He asked, feeling more comfortable around her than most of the people in the house.
"How do I explain it?" She mumbled. "You know that snowflakes are one of a kind, right?" She waited for Klaus response, which was a simple nod.
"What if that's what makes it lonely? Knowing that there isn't any snowflake like that one. And you're an artist, meaning you're one of a kind. Do you ever think of yourself as a snowflake?"
Klaus was astonished. Was this woman reading his mind? She had to be. No one ever seemed to know the true meaning behind his paintings, yet she did, after one look. He didn't reply Desmemoda's question, and after a moment of silence, the young woman started to feel uneasy. Her nervous laugh pulled Klaus out of his thoughts.
"I'm sorry. I tend to talk too much." She said. Klaus quickly shook his head.
"No, please, don't apologize."
An awkward silence filled the air and Desmemoda took the time to study the man. He was the original hybrid. He was sharp, dexterous, and very unpredictable. She was not disappointed. People had warned her of the hybrid ; of his beauty and how he could manipulate any situation to his advantage.
His eyes held the fierce stubbornness that made most everyone (except Desmemoda and Elijah, of course, because someone had to stand up to him) tremble; his regal jaw was set just this side of arrogant. She felt an overwhelming desire to touch him for no man ever looked he in the eye with such defiance. She liked it.
"Where have you been all those years?"
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked away from the paint.
"For 200 years did you think your brothers were dead? What did you do ,where you were during these years?"
"I traveled, I met people, cultures, I lived through wars, horrors"She started to say, but it came out hoarse, garbled, and she was more out of sorts than he had ever seen her. "I traveled for years trying to fill the void from the loss of my family. I was a person without identity, without faith. I didn't even know who I was with for so many years, I couldn't know myself after the horrible things I had done."
"Every time I looked in the mirror I couldn't get to know myself and traditionally I know it's my fault, but they were trying to put the blame on my father. He was to blame for my death, he forced me to get married ,he stopped all possible communication between me and my brother , about the abuse I went through at his hands."
Klaus had frozen for a moment and then he was shaking his head, sliding out of his chair. For a moment Desmemoda thought he was going to take her hand, but he seemed to think better of it, fiddling uncharacteristically with his shirt cuffs instead.
"What he did to you" he asked. He searched her eyes, unbreathing as he waited for her response.
"First and foremost disappointing. His first child was a girl"She said, laughed humorlessly." My beloved father wanted a boy to continue his legacy , his name maybe Damon and I were twin brothers, but it cost our father a lot that I was born first and not Damon. As we grow up, our father was strict with us, but he never raised his hand on us, he wanted us to be quiet all the time and not disturb him when he worked in his office and we had to get permission to leave the house."
"I remember one time I broke a vase of Mother's favorite, specifically. father was so angry with me that he sent me into the room without food and water. Damon had said secretly into my room that day, bringing a slice of bread and milk, somehow father had learned anout it that Damon defied his orders and punished him for a week. Like I said before he was tough man, but he had never raised his hand to us but all this changed after the death of the mother and the birth of Stefan."
There was the smallest flash of worry in Klaus eyes that he couldn't hide.
"He started drinking without caring about Stefan, who had been born."She whispered, looking back up."He ignored Stefan because he blamed him for his wife's death, I heard my little brother crying every night and no one did anything to reassure him so I decided I had to. I raised him, taught him to talk, walk, read, showed him what love means, but that wasn't enough to keep him away from our father anger."
Desmemoda whimpered burying her hands in her hands.
"Stefan was just a little kid who wanted to play and didn't know what the rule was ,and he walked into his father's office. No one entered without permission."
"I was in my room and at the moment and when I heard the cry of the crown my heart stopped and I ran straight to see what was happening and I saw Stefan on the floor with the father who was on top of him and..."
Her bottom lip quivered, tears pooling in her eyes, and Klaus felt his heart begin to crack, the first signs of foundation crumbling.
"Shhh is ok. Everything is goinf to be fine."Klaus murmured and reached for her hand and she went into his arms and he hugged her to him. His chin rested on the top of her head and her cheek against his heart.
"Klaus, what's wrong?" asked Desmemoda softly.
Klaus rubbed Desmemoda's sides gently as he relaxed into her's touch. There was a few minutes pause before he spoke,"I know what it's like to try your best and never be enough."
Desmemoda dissolved into fresh tears at that, but she moved away from Klaus, moved out of his embrace, standing in front of him.
"My father is not my real father!"
Desmemoda narrowed her eyes, studying the blonde male with a critical eye.
"My mother had an affair with a werewolf," he rumbled." He was a tough man and showed no affection for his children, except his only daughter Rebekah and his youngest, Henry. Mikael physically assaulted me in my childhood, and when someone tries to stop him, they endure the consequences usually was Elijah or Finn. "
Desmemoda noticed that Klaus had the striking scent of anxiety and stress coming off of him.
"When he found out I wasn't his real son and I killed his wife, framing him for that and turned our family against him he vowed to find and kill us. Mikael hunted down us for centuries, trying to destroy us."He lowered his gaze to the cup in front of him.
"To shitty fathers," Desmemoda mock toasted. "And those who don't know how to deal with their kids."
"Yeah, to those," Klaus agreed.
Elijah and Damon Salvatore-Mikaelson were walking through the woods of Mystic Falls. Come and stay a little alone and away from the chaos that prevailed in the mornings at their house.
They liked it and he wants to spend time together. They may have lived in the same house, but they couldn't discuss personal matters that anyone could hear.
Damon knew something was bothering Elijah and knew it was his fault. They loved each other and trusted each other and said everything to each other. It's just that some issues can't be spoken openly.
Damon, ever perceptive,
sensed the turmoil within his husband. He approached Elijah with a gentle
understanding, his voice a calming melody amidst the
storm of insecurity.
"What's bothering you, Elijah?" Damon asked, his tone soft and caring.
Elijah hesitated, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. ' I want to know why you never told me about her. I thought we were telling each other everything. "he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Love," Damon said quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. After so long, I guess I just didn't know how to tell you."
"So you didn't think I ever needed to know," Elijah finished for him. Damon smiled, pleased that Elijah understood - until the older vampire continued, "Even after I told you all about Mikael and the struggles we had growing up and even recently. I thought you trusted me, Damon."
"I do."
"With everything except this."
Damon reached out, his touch .Let's delicate let's a caress. He cupped Elijah's face, his thumb brushing away the worry lines etched upon his forehead. "Elijah,' said, his voice steady, "I really wanted to talk to you about her, but I didn't know that every time I thought about it that my heart was in pain. Still is"Elijah's eyes met Damon's, searching for the truth in his words. Damon continued,"Desmemoda, my Des was my whole world. When the father decided to send her away to get married, I broke down because there was nothing I could do to help. After her death, things got worse ,the father had never cared about the fact that his only daughter had died and Stefan who was trying to forget the fact that he had not lost a sister but also a mother"
"The night of her funeral was the first time I tried to kill myself"Damon stopped, his eyes welling with tears.
"You what.. "Elijah voice faltering, unable to fully grasp the enormity of the revelation.
"I couldn't be in a world that wasn't in it. I knew it was wrong, but there was nothing else I could do."Damon whispered."I knew I was going to hurt my little brother, but I didn't have a purpose to stay alive. Father never cared about Des and me, so Stefan would marry a woman and disappear once and for all from home ,away from our father."
"And I'm sorry I never told you the truth..."
"Don't," Elijah interrupted. "I don't completely understand why you didn't tell me about your sister but you don't have to tell me everything, Damon. I was hurt that I had to hear about him like I did with everyone else but let's not fight about this, not now that our family is complete"
Damon smiled, his thumb brushing gently against his husband's cheek.
Damon pulled Elijah into a desperate kiss, pouring all of his longing and love into the moment. Elijah took a second, but responded with
equal fervor, their kiss a testament to the passion and
intensity that bound them together.
Their lips met again, and when they broke the kiss, they were both breathless and smiling stupidly.
"Come on Mr.Milkaelson-Salvatore, we have to pick up the children from school."
Six teenagers were sitting on two benches outside the school, waiting to come pick them up, from afar they seemed normal, laughing and talking, spending their best years in school and getting ready for the year to come for college but it wasn't what they seemed.
Instead of six teenagers we had a witch, two originals vampires, two vampires and one doppelgänger. Some of them were above 100 years old And they waited like little children to come and collect them because they were bored to go home and they were afraid that they would see them when they returned home. They had left Klaus and Desmemoda alone in the house ,they didn't want to go home because they learned early on that Desmemoda plus Klaus equals destruction. And of course they wanted to gossip.
Caroline looked at Stefan with with a glow in her eyes''So Stefan , what about your sister?"
"Oh god" Stefan groaned, as the flurry of questions were all thrown at him.
"How old is she?"
"I learned what she is Damon's twin is, do they have the same behavior?. Is she a a class bitch?"
"When can I meet her in person?"
"I need to get to know her in person. I'm sure, we'll be best friends."
"Caroline , please stop!" Stefan tried to protest, to no avail.
"No Caroline, keep talking!"Rebekah growled, coming over to place a hand on Stefan's shoulder. "In 3 hours I have arranged for me and Desmemoda to spend time together get to know me and I don't know anything to impress and my dear husband hasn't told me anything."
"Desmemoda will going to love you just like i love you!" Stefan said ,chuckling as he slung an arm around her shoulder possessively."Desmemoda knows that you and Elijah make Damon and I happy , so she will love both of you"
Rebekah groaned, because this was it, he is literally going to die of embarrassment.
"Anyway!"Kol said, moving his hand to put it behind Bonnie's back. "Her and I need to team up and find new plan of how torture Nik or need to find a nickname for him?"
"I want to remind you that Klaus is still angry after you destroyed one of his paints. Find a nickname for him is not going to help him to forgive you."Bonnie drawled as he sat with his legs crossed and leaning back to feel the sun's rays on his skin."And I don't think you're going to find anything more creative than deformed bunny."
Kol squeezed her neck reassuringly. "Do you think it is right to left Desmemoda and Klaus alone at home"
Stefan blinks.
"They are not alone at home, they are Elijah and Damon there!"He he tells her, eyes to the school where a dozen of students are launching and walked.
"They are not at home, they said they would go out for a walk, they wanted to be alone"
"Those two are worse than a bloody bodice ripper," Kathrine comments remember when she entered the kitchen and found Damon and Elijah engaging in behavior that was bordering on unsanitary considering this was where they ate.
"You don't have to worry about Desmemoda."Stefan sighed "
"And why that?" Caroline replied, relaxing a little.
Stefan's lips twitched in a knowing grin before it flitted away again. "Have you ever seen Desmemoda and Damon fight?"
"No."
"I'll find you a video."Stefan added, causing his friends to burst into laughter. Bonnie smiled at the human gesture.
They sat and waited until Elijah and Damon came to get them. They kept laughing and teasing each other until Stefan narrow his eyes and sighed with irritation. "What does she want now?"
Kathrine, Bonnie ,Kol ,Caroline and Rebekah followed his gaze and saw the source of his irritation.
"What she wants now," Kathrine asked.
"Can I snap her neck," interjected Kol.
"If she tries to flirt with you she is gone," Rebekah said behind him.
Stefan , Bonnie and Caroline shared a look
"Hey guys!" Elena greets happily. The lates doppelgänger's gaze turned to Stefan.
When Rebekah seen this she hugged Stefan close to her in jealousy as Stefan noticed her jealousy he hugged Rebekah and kissed her cheek as he said into her ear.
"Don't be jealous Rebekah I love you more than anyone in the world and don't you ever doubt that."
"What you want ?"Kathrine demanded.
"I want to know why I didn't know about the existence of a sister. We had a relationship after all, why didn't you tell me?"Elena demanded and Kol snarled at the attitude but Bonnie laid a hand on his arm.
"Because isn't of your business!"Stefan snaps and he laughed at Elena's expression."There are some things about me and Damon that you don't know and didn't need to know. And to tell the truth, I couldn't trust you with that , Damon would rather kill you than tell the truth.."
"Damon would not dare to hurt me, he loves me!"Elena said walking and glaring at Stefan. He just grinned at her so she switched her attention to Rebekah. "I know you feel something for me too."
"How can you be with someone like her? Marry her. She killed me."
Elena looked hurt, like a puppy that had just been kicked in the face.
"But you're here now, alive and well much to everyone disappointment," Kathrine said in a merry sounding tone, although she wasn't smiling.
"Why her, Stefan?" Elena repeated, choosing to ignore Kathrine' comment
Bonnie rolled her eyes as didn't care one bit. She was done sympathising with her former best friend and making everything about her. The last few years had been all about her; been there for her for nothing in return, saving her for practically nothing in return. Now she was with Kathrine and Rebekah, who made it perfectly clear that they would never use her like that and that she actually had some dignity.
" For never kissing or sleeping with my brother while she was in a relationship with me or picture my brother been a cold heartless monster. Playing with my heart and feelings or kiss my brother while he was dying or ...I don't know trying to kill Mikaelson knowing that everyone of us could die with them along."Stefan spat bitterly, throwing it back in Elena's face. He saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes, but there was also a hint of anger. He couldn't figure out why though. All he had done was tell the truth.
"What are you talking about?" Elena asked, completely oblivious to her wrong-doings as usual, acting totally innocent like she could never do a bad thing in her life.
Rebekah jumps up and clenches her fists. Bonnie, Kol, Kathrine, Caroline, who dumbfounded was watching the unfolding scene, also springs to their feet.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Rebekah yells. Kathrine is trying to hold Rebekah back who has tried to attack Elena.
Caroline can almost see the red flag through the veil of anger.
"Woah, woah!" Caroline raises her voice. "Calm down, you won't touch Elena in front of evryone or Elijah will have our heads."
"I don't fucking care?" The blonde original roars with a red face. "I will kill the stupid!"
"Stefan, please restrain your crazy wife," Kol said with a sigh. "I have no intention of helping you cover up a slaughter in the middle of the school."
As everyone tried to stop Rebekah from killing Elena, one person had moved away from the group. Bonnie had walked away from the fight and was standing in the middle of the schoolyard and watching, she didn't know what he was watching, what she was seeing. She had a strange feeling inside her that she could not describe, her hands began to tremble and furiously and those around, trying to find out what was causing this feeling.
Bonnie..
She looked to her left hearing someone calling her name, but didn't see anyone.
Bonnie..
Again he heard this voice, but did not recognize it.
Bonnie..
The voice she heard was male. She could understand this, but couldn't recognize it.
Bonnie gasped and held her stomach. Everyone and Kol both looked at her, all of the sudden alert. Kol sped to her and held her tightly.
"Bonnie what's wrong?" Kol rushed.
"Kol…I felt something." Bonnie whispered in shock. Kol looked at her, confusion written on his face.
Everyone looked in the direction the young witch was looking, but found nothing.
"There nothing there Bon-Bon!"
"I know."Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "But I feel something kind of weird, like someone, I don't know."
The young witch looked towards her boyfriend and her eyes widened as Damon and Elijah appeared behind Elena.
"And don't make me start on Damon.How could he marry someone whose whole family was trying to kill me? I thought he would love me and how can he married a man who betrayed me. Damon was supposed to be in love with me!"Elena explained. She didn't understand why everyone were being so standoffish all of a sudden until she felt a presence behind her and swallowed hard. Elena turned around and found Damon and Elijah standing there and they didn't look happy.
"Nice to know your thought of me, lovely Elena"Elijah's voice was scary, voice almost sweet and terrifying from the gritted teeth and he heard Kathrine yelp from somewhere.
"Elijah.."
Elena had turned into stone, literally. Her eyes were wide with horror.
"Damon?" She asked and looked at him.
What? Was she thinking that Damon will moves his finger to protect her after what she said? And judging by Rebekah' angry eyes, her only desire was to snap Elena's neck.
Elijah grabbed Elena by the neck and held her up in the air.
Elijah enjoyed the way the woman gasped and weakly attempted to fight his tightening grasp.
"I've come here to make a few things clear," Elijah said calmly. Letting Elena go against his better senses, he watched the woman carefully. "You hurt sister, and I will not tolerate it."
"Damon would never let that happen," Elwna rasped with a hand still on her throat and butt on the ground.
Elijah narrowed his eyes at the feeble disrespect and cockiness young woman displayed. She thought she was invincible, was that it?
"Elena, if I ever find you trying to mess with my relationship with Damon again or my sister, I will make you suffer an unconscionable death."
The threat made Elena swallow hard, and it was with that Elijah knew his words were taken seriously.
Nodding to the woman, he walked toward his car grabbing Domon's hand.
Stefan, Rebekah and Kathrine went after them ,following Elijah and Damon in a row from the school back to the house.
Like ducklings following their parents.
Expect one duckling. Bonnie stayed behind, continuing to stare into the void. She couldn't figure out what it was. She had felt such a feeling before, when Esther woke up and came out of her coffin.
"Darling?"
Narrowing his eyes at his witch girlfriend.
Bonnie took in a deep breath and felt overwhelmed as rose her hand toward Kol. Taking it, she allowed her to pull her toward him. At the last second he tugged her forward and against him, quickly hefting her up and over his shoulder, carrying her as if she was a sack of potatoes.
"What are you doing?" Bonnie squawked in protest, slamming her fist into the middle of his back. "Let me go, you oaf!"
"Quite down, little witchy," Kol chuckled darkly. "All is fair in love and war, you know."
Everyone else laughed
"Can you calm down?"
Kathrine asked suddenly, causing Rebekah's hand to snap back to her.
"Clam down?"Startling, shifting in her seat as Rebekah brought her hands to rest in her lap."In few minutes Desmemoda will be here wanting to spend some time with me. She will probably try to figure out with Stefan is with me. I will have to say her about all the awful things I have done to her brothers and going to hate me forever!"
"She just want to me the wan how makes her baby brother happy," Bonnie told her. "Don't be nervous. Juts be yourself and don't let her intimidate you."
Rebekah nodded. She wanted to make a good impression; something told her that Desmemoda's support was going to be essential. "Can you tell me something about her. To be prepare for the worst!"
Kathrine looked hesitant, and that made Rebekah dread what the younger vampire was going to tell her. If Kathrine Pierce was hesitating that much, it was bound to not be good
"Desmemoda can by handful," Kathrine informed her " But believe me you are going to need all your strength and energy while dealing with her."
Kathrine didn't want to make her anxious but she also knew how intimidating Aunt Vivian could be, she wanted Rebekah to be prepared. "Don't worry. When she was human she had dedicated her whole life to see her brothers happy. Elijah and you made it. She'll love you."
Rebekah hoped that was true.
Any nebulous plans regarding that scenario are put on hold as Desmemoda finally appears to stand in the doorframe.
'Sorry for the delay.' Desmemoda says." "The little puppy is an asshole with the narcissistic issue. I spent a little while trying to convince him that Monet is better that Michelangelo.'
Kathrine and Bonnie watches in amusement as Rebekah struggles for a moment and then seems to find her voice."You fought Nik over art?"
Desmemoda shakes her head. "I compared him to Monet. Beautiful from the distance, but full of flaws and imperfections up close."
Rebekah, Kathrine and Bonnje gave Desmemoda an exasperated look.
"You two," Desmemoda pointed at the doppelgänger and witch. "Out!"
"Gladly!"Kathrine replied grabbing Bonnie's hand and rush out of the room.
Rebekah tensed a little from the sound of the door closing.
"Desmemoda?" She looked up to see Desmemoda standing there and a smile actually made its way onto her face as she lifted the muffin in her hand.
"Thank you," she murmured, not needing to explain that she meant for more than the muffin. Desmemoda shrugged.
"Our kitchen is a disaster now, but there's blueberry pancakes," She told her and Rebekah felt something in her chest loosen.
"I'm not sure anything can beat Damon's muffins," she replied softly and Desmemoda gave her a sad smile and a nod.
"Honestly I'm bloody surprised I got them right," She commented and the blonde original smirked.
"He made us make them how many times? He was freaking determined," Rebekah said with a soft chuckle.
"Stefan."says firmly."is not just my brother but my son."
Desmemoda gave her a sad smile," When the mother died, I knew I had to take her role and raise my siblings. Damon was at an age when he could take care of himself but Stefan..I was the one who stayed up all night over his crib to reassure him when he cried. I was there when he took his first steps and I cried, when he called me 'mommy' for the first time I fainted. I did my best to raise him"
"And you did an amazing job!"
Desmemoda blushed.
"I'm not planning on hurting him. I don't want to hurt him." She says carefully, and very gently, she captured Desdemona's hand in both of her own and held it securely.
"Rebekah, you and I don't know each other well, and honestly until about a week ago I didn't know my siblings would be alive or married but you make Stefan happy. He's your soulmate. If you ever hurt him-well. You will find out of how much I love stabbing and throwing things."
"I promise. Usually Elijah is the one with then whole motto 'You have my word' but I promise if If I ever hurt, hurt emotionally or physically, I know you're going to destroy me."Her voice sounded casual. It held no malice, but she glanced up at Desmemoda, flashing her the smallest of smiles. It was then that Desmemoda realized she might actually be able to be friends with Rebekah. While she was a 1000 some year-old vampire, she was still very much a teenage girl. She wanted things any other girl would want and it wasn't far off from what Desmemoda once wanted too.
"And to be honest, it's not that I won't hurt Stefan because I love him. But are you kinda scary, and I saw that you did to Nik."Rebekah smiles a little.
"He deserved it!" Desmemoda protests, amusement.
Desmemoda lies in bed as the music plays.
Salt lines crisscross upon her face, tickling the edges of her ears and the corners of her mouth.
When the sun comes up, her face is entirely wet and dry, sticky in some places.
She doesn't know why she's crying; for once her mind isn't assaulted by images of the past, but there's still too much in her chest, and it overflows all night.
She moves to rest her head over her pillow, and sees the time.
Five thirty.
She pulls herself up and out of bed. Walks over to her deck, and sits in her preferred chair.
Above her, the clouds are tinged by the shades of a waning fire. In the distance somewhere, she sees a disappearing moon. The sun peaks over the horizon, and she's struck by it.
She bites her lip before her limbs move. She stops to grab a heavy shawl, and then she's out in a flurry of movements. Once she's in the hallway though, she slows down, walks on light footsteps expecting someone to appear out of the shadows.
No one does.
Going to the oversized kitchen, she walked to the fridge and pulled out a carton of ice cream.
"You know that I can feel you ,right?"
Elijah Mikaelson anyone that holds the name Mikaelson is surely a threat to any creature that dares cross its path with them. They are well known for the destruction and the death that they bring anyone that dare try to cross them. However, only a handful of people were spared from the ill traits of the Original family and very few that still struck the hearts of even the evilest and twisted men.
"What can I do for you?"
Elijah stands there staring at the woman before him.
"Pass me a spoon."Elijah told her, sliding onto a barstool across from where she stood at the island.
Giving the an the utensil, Desmemoda watched as he dipped into the carton as well.
"Can't sleep?"
Desmemoda shrugged and scooped some ice cream onto her spoon. "I never got really more than a few hours of sleep at night. I always was too afraid I'd be asleep when something would happen."
A look crossed Elijah's face and she wasn't sure what it was.
The two vampires spent the next stretch of time scooping their ice creamand not saying anything. The silence wasn't exactly oppressive, for at that moment neither of them could find any words to say. Perhaps there were none after what they'd been through. The numb shock was wearing off as their spoon was scooping, and the grief was beginning to really sink in. The first blow of it came to Elijah when he had finished her his ice cream and he looked at Desmemoda again. The young woman too had finished her ice cream, and now she sat slumped forward in her chair with a terribly cold look on her face.
Desmemoda took more ice cream and passed the carton to Elijah." For years I thought my brothers were dead and I will finally find them after all this time. Both of them married, surrounded by people who love and care about them , And I'm happy about that. I always wished my siblings were happy and loved."
The air shifted and Elijah let his guard down a bit. Elijah listened to the older Salvatore, he saw how worried she is for her brothers. She obviously loved them, and he decided to be completely honest.
"I love him."Elijah replied as he grabbed some more ice cream. Neither of them looked at one another. "I admit the first moment I couldn't torelate him. He was to cocky and arrogant, had no respect for me but but as I spent time with him, I began to fall in love with the way he laughed ,that his eyes lit up when was talking about something he loved very much. When we got married, I promised to love him and protect him from anything that wants to hurt him, even me."
"Now listen here, Elijah. If something, and I mean anything, happens to my brother while you're with him, I will make sure your cock isn't the only thing I will cut off. If you even think of hurting him, I will find you and rip your spine out and beat you with it, right before I systematically break each of your fingers and toes, cut them off and force feed them to you. Do I make myself clear?"Desmemoda snarked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at her.
Elijah looked up a little shocked. The noble Original had never known any living being human ,vampire or another supernatural creatures who would have spoken to him that way and stayed alive. His own family never dared to treat him and talk to him in this way, not even Nik.
The only person who had dared to defy him and talk to him and stay alive was his husband. Elijah knew that he could not raise a hand, touch even a hair of the head of the woman standing in front of him because he would have a huge issue with his husband and loved his marriage.
Little by little he began to see the similarities between Desmemoda and Damon. Both of them were cocky, arrogant , with no sign of survival instinct and of course he could discern the familiar' humor.
"Cat got your tongue, love?" She sneered.
Yep, Desmemoda Salvatore was Elijah Mikaelson-Salvatore favorite sister-in-law.
"You are threaten me?"Elijah said, side-eyeing the woman across from him.
Desmemoda just laughed at him, her eyes crinkling in surprise and laughed.
She dangled her spoon around in the half-eaten carton of ice cream."Threat you?.of course not
Desmemoda and Elijah looked at each other and said good night and left for their rooms.