Skylar Gilbert (Book # 1) [A Klaus Mikaelson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 36

Skylar's POV

"Morning." John said as I walked into the kitchen with Elena.

"What are you doing here?!" I demanded.

"Coffee?" John offered.

"We're not doing that!" I snapped. "No more avoiding! Why are you here?!"

"I'm here to protect you. That's all I can say for now." John shrugged.

"What do you mean that's all you can say?" Elena asked.

"I'll tell you more when I can trust the two of you." John said.

"This is fucking bullshit!" I frowned.

"I'm late!" Jenna said rushing in.

"That's what you get for hitting snooze." Alaric laughed but stopped when they both saw John.

"What the hell?" Jenna frowned.

"My reaction, exactly." I grumbled.

"Good morning Jenna, Alaric." John said.

"It's okay I'm confused, right?" Jenna asked. "Because we're not expecting you, like, ever."

"Well, I got in late last night, and Elena let me in after Skylar slammed the door in my face." John lied.

"I'm, uh, I should just take off." Ric said then left.

"I'm still confused." Jenna said.

"I decided to stay a while and visit." John said.

"Not here." Jenna and I said at the same time.

"Neither if you can stop me from living here." John stated.

"Actually I can. As legal guardian." Jenna shot back.

"Yeah, about that......Do you want to tell her or shall I?" John asked looking at Elena and I before back to Jenna. "I'm the twins biological father."

"What?" Jenna scoffs looking at Elena and I as John left the room.

Later

"Where's John?" Damon asked after I let him in.

"I don't know, he left. Thank God." I commented. "But left Elena and I to explain to Jenna how he's our biological father after announcing it."

"That's public news now?" Damon asked.

"I guess." I sighed.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked.

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Jenna's head is spinning but I'm okay."

"Did he say what he's doing here?" Damon asked.

"No. And the weird thing is, Stefan thinks he's telling us the truth about wanting to protect Elena and I."

"You believe him?"

"Not for a fucking second." I scoffed.

"I don't either." Damon agreed.

"What are we going to do?" I sighed resting my head on his chest.

"Kill him." Damon shrugged.

"Damon." I said giving him the 'look'.

"I'm joking." Damon smirked. "Okay, I'm a little serious, but I'm just gonna go have a civil conversation with your father."

"Hold on, let me get dressed. I'll go with you." I said, then went upstairs to get ready quickly.