PlayBoy☆Klaus Mikaelson

sixty five

"Now I think you're talking to the wrong sibling." I say making him playfully shove me.

"Too good to apologize since you found out your apart of that god-like family line, huh?" He jokes, making me roll my eyes at my brother.

"Yeah I'm totally considering a last name change.
I have like three options now." I say making Jeremy shake his head with a small smile of amusement.

"Remember when we were seven and you made mom and dad call you Sofia for a solid month because you hated the name Scarlett." He releases small laughs as I grimace at the memory.

"You're brave to talk- considering your nickname was Jer bear..." I say causing him to laugh even harder, causing me to do the same.

"I miss how it was before all of this." He says, as the laughter calms. It was almost as if he had read my mind.

"Me too. I miss Mom and Dad. I feel like I took it for granted at the time. Just like Jenna and Ric." I trail off, my mind being swarmed again with memories.

"I know, Scar." He says, frowning softly before looking back to me. "Enough of the sad stuff. You wanna sneak something from the Salvatore liquor cabinet?"

"Of course."

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"What the hell is she doing here?" Tyler's voice rings through my ears as I enter my kitchen where him, and Caroline had been.

After a long night of drinking whatever me and Jeremy could get our hands on and reminiscing on whatever childhood memories we could really think of (which may or may not have made me drunkly cry to him about how I wish I could go back) we both passed out.

Which wasn't the best idea considering he was going to god knows where the next morning- and surely he regretted it. I felt somewhat lucky they refused on me tagging along but my worry outweighed my hangover.

They left though, leaving me, Stefan, Caroline, Tyler and Klaus. I hoped they would find the cure and get the hell home. But it could never be that easy could it?

Didn't even have a clue to where Stefan was at the moment.

"I live here, asshole." I speak in annoyance as the hybrid sends me a glare. "What the hell are you doing here Tyler?"

"Gloating." He states, simply. I see Klaus appear and walk to as far as he can within the living room. I exchange looks with Caroline.

"Probably not the best idea." I say. Klaus and Tyler already had enough anger issues on their own. Quite frankly I didn't wanna deal with either of the men- but here they were, in my house- stirring up issues. Lucky me.

"Seriously, don't stoop to his level." Caroline warns her boyfriend, she knew this wouldn't end well either.

"He destroyed my life. I plan on being present for every second of his misery until I can kill him myself." He grunts, moving the glass up to his lips. I avoid Klaus's gaze as I give Tyler a glare. Sometimes he sounded like such a douche.

My eyes wander to the corpse lying on the kitchen floor. A feeling of disgust and slight pity washes over me. Imagine sleeping in a house with your brother's body only feet away.