His angel ~a Klaus Mikaelson x OC love story~

He's so perfect!

Nik chuckles before speaking again. "I do think it's quite lovely. And it's only your first painting, you'll get better with practice. Not to mention you have an excellent teacher."

"Can't argue there." I smile, earning a gentle kiss on the lips.

We pull apart as Stefan enters the room with a fake gagging noise.

"Hey Steffy." I greet.

"Hey Ivy."

Stefan walks over and looks at our paintings.

"Did you seriously paint a bowl of ice cream?" He chuckles, looking at my masterpiece.

"Yes. Nik told me to pick something I was passionate about for inspiration. I thought it was the only plausible choice." I respond confidently.

"Tell her how good it looks, she's doubting her obvious talent." Nik says.

Stefan shoots him a skeptical look,  only earning a threatening glare in response.

Stefan immediately spins back towards me. "Best painting I've ever seen." He compliments.

I smile, going back to adding my final touches.

Stefan then takes a moment to look at Nik's painting. "Looks like a giant snowflake." He states.

"I prefer to think of it as an expression of postmodernism. It's my donation to the Winter Wonderland charity event." Nik explains.

"Yes, and if you look closely at mine you can see the ice cream melting a little bit. This is meant to represent the issue of climate change." I go into detail about my obviously thought induscing work.

"You literally just made that up." Stefan states.

"Yep." I confirm.

Our attention is drawn to the entrance of the room as Adrian, one of Nik's hybrids, walks in.

"You said it was urgent." Adrian says, looking at Nik.

"Yes, take this to the Mystic Grill immediately." Nik says, gesturing to his painting.

"You want me to be a delivery guy?" Adrian grumbles.

Nik takes a few menacing steps forward. "What I want is for you to do whatever I say. Without the attitude."

Adrian grimaces and walks over to the painting. He picks it up and starts to leave the room.

"And be careful with that. It's still wet." Nik calls after him.

"Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, you know." Stefan remarks.

"What is the point of my hybrids being sired to me if I can't maximize on the benefits of free labour?" Nik questions.

"Nikky, sweetheart, I think Stefan may have a point. They're still people." I scold softly.

"Fine. I'll ease up." Nik sighs before turning to Stefan. "What are you doing here?"

"Elena is sired to Damon." Stefan reveals.

"I intuited as much." Nik replies.

"Which means I need to find the cure now more than ever and yet here you are making postmodern snowflakes." Stefan adds.

"I've delivered." Nik pauses and grabs a cloth to wipe the paint off his hands.

Nik then continues his explanation, while simultaneously gently wiping the paint off of my hands

"I retrieved the Hunter's sword from Italy which we'll use to decipher the map hidden in the Hunter's mark. You're the one who is supposed to deliver the Hunter and his mark."