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Klaus
I pushed open the doors of the mansion, making it well known that I was angry. Marcel had committed an inexplicable amount of damage on my home. What gave him the audacity to exterminate this town's most skilled witch? I spared her life out of rage against Marcel. What with the filthy decor and blood smeared streets it was a miracle I hadn't killed him then and there.
I stormed into the next room, making my way over to the bar. I picked up a shot glass, staring down at the small design etched on the piece. I poured myself a shot of the ancient rum we had lying around, downing the shot as I rather enjoyed it's burning sensation down my throat. I felt my dear brother's presence approach that room, so I in turn spun around and threw the shot glass at the wall close to the door frame, just as Elijah walked in. He was unfazed by my action, removing a small piece of glass that had submerged itself in my brother's cheek.
"Niklaus. You seem upset." Elijah said as he approached me. I just merely glanced at him with a displeased scowl, pouring myself another shot of rum and consuming it. Rebekah appeared just as I had finished my fifth shot, taking the shot glass from my hand and throwing it at the wall, the glass shattering at the same spot as the first one I had broken. She had also taken the bottle of rum and swung it against the edge of the bar, the broken glass pieces flying everywhere, the liquid getting on my skin.
Within a second I had her up in the air, my finger closing around her throat. I dug my nails into her neck to the point of blood. Rebekah clawed at my hand before kicking me in the gut, causing me to double over in brief pain. I took her by the arm, flinging her to the side like a useless rag doll. She collided with the all glass coffee table in the center of the room.
More glass to clean up. Wonderful.
I watched Rebekah from the corner of my eye pull out a wooden stake from the wooden shelf, charging at me fearlessly. She was fast, but not my kind of fast. I dodged the stake, feeling it slice just a little bit into my skin. I grabbed the stake from Rebekah's grip, twisting around and thrusting it in her heart. A muffled choke escaped her mouth before I kicked her down on her knees. I made the motion to get the other stake from the wooden shelf but my oh so lovely brother finally took that moment to intervene.
Elijah had his tight grip on my shoulder, yanking me back and causing me to fall on the polished wooden floors. I shot up in an instant, glowering at him.
"Enough, you two. Quit acting like children."
And then he turned especially to me. "And you, Niklaus. I suggest you calm your temper. There is a girl resting upstairs."
"You brought a girl into my house? Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" I snapped at my brother, my anger only continuing to rise. I guess I hadn't noticed her scent when I first walked in, too consumed by my anger and hatred for Marcel.
"Oh come on, Nik. Cut the mood. The girl is actually decent looking. And the taste of her blood is-
-Rebekah. That's enough." Elijah cut her off.
I closed my eyes, catching a whiff of her irresistible blood. I had never smelled anything as strong, and that made me only want her more.
And then I realized that this was the same girl that Elijah had brought to me.
What the hell was she doing here?
"What made you think you could bring a human blood bag into my house?" I snapped.
"Our house." Rebekah added.
Elijah only smiled, shaking his head as he sat himself on my couch next to my little sister, who was throwing me the dirtiest scowl.
"She's hurt." Rebekah said bluntly.
"Then give her your blood."
"It's not that simple, brother. This girl... there's something off about her. She's healed, physically. But it's strange.. I can't describe it." Elijah added. Something flashed through his eyes, had he felt pity for this weak human?
"What Elijah is trying to say that there's just something off about her heart.. it's like it's on a different.. frequency, or something. Like it has a life of its own, separate from everything else." Rebekah said.
"I could care less of the girl. Get her out of my house before I get back, or I will have her head. And yours." I threatened the both of them. Of course, knowing my siblings, they would do as I say. And I wouldn't ever have their heads. I'm just that good at acting like I really would kill them.
But a small and delicate figure at the foot of the stairs made me stop dead in my tracks. I couldn't even hide the shock in my expression when I watched her.
She had not noticed me, yet. The girl was bent over, her long black hair cascading down over her face as she clutched at her heart in discomfort. I could in fact hear her heart, and it was beating at a much slower rate than what a usual normal heart would be in a house full of vampires. My shirt that she had on was clinging dangerously to her skin. She could have worn any of Rebekah's clothes but they decided to give her mine. Don't get me wrong, it was undeniably sexy. Aside from her messy appearance, she still looked cunning and beautifully innocent.
I guess my siblings were right about something for once.
From her stance, I could tell she was nervous. Even frightened. So her heart should be racing at the moment, not beating slowly.
What the hell had Marcel done to her?
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Jade
I had to blink a few times before I could finally see the pure white ceiling before me. There was a loud crashing noise from downstairs, making me stir away from my slumber. My own sweat was sticking to me, the long black shirt clinging to my skin.
This wasn't my shirt. This was most certainly a guys shirt. I don't have a black shirt this long.
That's when I realized this wasn't my room. It was dark and unfamiliar and smelled of a man. I should probably be freaking out way more than I was right now, but I knew it must have been Elijah that brought me here to safety. And I trusted him.
Since the bones and muscles in my body felt completely healed, thank God, I swung my legs over the bed, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I was sweating so bad, and this room wasn't even that warm at all. It was like cold sweat, and I felt fine.
I opened the door slowly, not wanting to make a sound. I tiptoed my way down the dimly lit hallway, afraid that someone else other than Elijah would hear me. The crashing of what sounded like glass was louder as I neared the top of the stair case. And then I heard three distinct voices from the steps; two male, one female. One in familiar, I instantly recognized, was Elijah's deep baritone voice. The other was a clear woman's voice tinged with a slight accent. And it was the last voice that intrigued me the most, his deep and mesmerizing British accent sending a strange chill through my body.
When I reached the foot of the white staircase, I couldn't help but feel hurt and Klaus' next set of words.
"I could care less of the girl."
I had tuned out their conversation after that, a sudden pain in my heart taking me by surprise. I felt myself sweat even harder, if that was possible. It was like a claw was slowly scratching down the wall of my heart, prolonging the pain all the while worsening it. I bit down on my lip as I turned myself around, gripping the stair railings. I blinked away the few tears, pulling myself up one step. My panic was rising in front of me, fearing that this was how I was going to die. But I couldn't feel my heart racing against my chest. In fact, it was barely beating at all, and I felt myself on the verge of a panic attack.
The fact that I could barely feel the beating of my heart scared me more than the discomforting pain that was being inflicted upon it.
I gripped the railing harder when I felt my head spinning. The corners of my vision darkened as I fought to keep my breathing steady, well aware that I was now slowly sinking to the ground.
But when I felt sturdy yet unfamiliar arms catch me, the burning and scratching sensation on my heart begun to dull. I heard him curse under his breath as he lifted me up gently into his arms. I found comfort in this man's warmth, resting my head against his chest, black spots still clouding my vision. He smelled faintly of a musky cologne and minty soap, very familiar to the scent of the shirt I had on.
Actually, it was definitely the same scent of the shirt I had on.
I could tell this was Klaus. Elijah had a harder and larger build, but with Klaus it was like melting into his warmth, not particularly because he was smaller, but because of how much more snug I felt in his arms.
I felt a brisk breeze brush across my skin, following with Klaus setting me gently on a bed. I felt his presence leave my side as the black spots in my vision, that were dispersing, crowd my vision once again.
I groaned, rolling onto my side, the torment in my heart starting again. Every now and then I would have heart burns or sudden spasms in my heart. It all started when I was eighteen, and whenever I went to the doctor, they would have no logical explanation as to why my heart was doing that. They gave me medication to help that I was supposed to be taking daily, but I had stopped taking it a year ago. Only once a week now I would have these weird pains in my heart, which was a vast improvement from four times a week at random.
The footsteps of two more people entered the room. I blinked hard and rapidly, forcing the dark cloud back. The once dark room was now well lit, causing me to squint my eyes. When my gaze finally focused, I found myself looking at Elijah's welcoming expression. He gave me a comforting smile. I moved my attention to a stunning, blue eyed woman standing next to him, looking down at me with a slight scowl. She held the same eyes as Klaus, who stood behind her, watching me with an unreadable expression.
The woman was the first to speak as I shut my eyes again, another wave of pain rushing through my heart.
"What's wrong with her?" Curiosity coated her tone.
I felt Elijah's hand on my forehead, probably wanting to see if I had a fever or not. But I was sweating. Again.
"Cold sweat.." He murmured, "Klaus?" Elijah pulled his hand away as I opened my eyes, the sudden rush of pain fading. I watched as Klaus walked over, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. His icy blue eyes were so alluring, a white mist moving through his eyes. Klaus placed his hand on my forehead, and then cupped my cheek. I felt my body reacting to his touch, finally feeling my heart pick up pace, no longer feeling like I was burning up.
His eyes narrowed slightly in surprise, noticing how my body reacted to his simple touch.
"Rebekah and I had noticed the irregular state of her heart. When my blood had no effect on that, Rebekah tried hers, but it did nothing. She may be healed of her wounds, but her heart..."
"-it's a condition I've had since I was eighteen. But its never been as bad as it is now." I spoke, well, more like croaked out.
"How did you acquire such a condition?" Klaus spoke this time. He pulled his hand from my face. I felt my heart beat slow in response, the same discomforting feeling rising inside. I suddenly felt hot again.
"I don't know. One day I was fine. And then the next it was like someone was scratching a knife down my heart."
"Try your blood, Nik." The blonde woman spoke. "From the way her body has been responding to your touch, I wonder what your blood would do."
I couldn't help but blush at her words, as I looked away from them.
When Klaus didn't say anything in response for a few silent moments, Elijah stepped in.
"We'll leave you two alone."
I turned my head and watched them leave, Elijah giving me a reassuring look before closing the door behind him.
Klaus was now at my side, sitting on the edge of the bed. I could feel his intense stare on my face but I was too nervous at the moment to meet his gaze.
His cold hand was at my chin, turning my head so I was forced to meet his gaze.
I've never seen eyes as hypnotizing and mysterious as Klaus'. I wanted to look away, but the way he watched me as he brought his wrist to his mouth was so strangely intriguing. And when he pulled his wrist from his mouth, a single trail of his blood trailing down from the side of his lips..
"Drink, love." He spoke, bringing his wrist down to my mouth, a single drop of his blood landing on my bottom lip. I licked it off, keeping my gaze on his, and then took his wrist in my mouth.
His blood tasted sweet, definitely different from the taste of Marcel's. This blood caused me to want more of it every time I swallowed, almost like a drug. It was similar to when I had drunk Elijah's blood, but Klaus' was more rich and addictive. I drunk faster and more eagerly, clamping my eyes shut, as I gripped onto his arm tighter.
I heard him chuckle before he pulled his wrist away, saying: "Now, that's enough of that, sweetheart."
The way he had called me sweetheart made a shudder of desire spread through me. I opened my eyes, looking into his amused expression as I blushed, embarrassed of how I had acted and the many thoughts running through my head at that moment.
But that amused expression disappeared as I watched his gaze avert to my heart.
I had noticed it too seconds after.
Whatever discomfort that had started to rise in my heart again was now gone. I couldn't tell if Klaus' blood had healed the condition of my heart since they came in unpredictable waves, but I felt much better than previously.
I sat up slowly as Klaus watched me, still sitting at the edge of the bed. I felt like a new person, my energy gradually flooding back in me as I felt my heart beat stronger. But I knew that was all thanks to Klaus' blood. I looked at him with a small smile, causing him to narrow his eyes at me.
"Thank you. For saving my friend, the witch, that Marcel was going to kill. And for this."
A smirk crossed his amused expression.
"Don't thank me yet, Jade." There was a glint of wickedness in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
"You see, after I saved that little witch friend of yours, I killed her."