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Written in Fate Chapter 4

Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Book 2- Chapter 4

Warnings- swearing, BAD SMUT, blood, mentions of skin suits (silence of the lambs references), mentions of mask kink

Word Count- 5.8k

A/N- the beginning and the end of the smut is marked for those who don’t want to read it

“So you attacked Matt? Big deal, he’ll live.”

Elena glares at me.

“Y/n?! I almost killed him! He could’ve died!”

I sit up in my bed with a sigh as Elena, who is under the covers next to me, shakes her head.

“And you ARE dead, because Matt Donovan needed to survive. A small attack is nothing compared to what could’ve happened to him. You’re new at this, it’s taken Stefan what,” I pretend to count on my fingers, “150 years and counting to learn control?”

Elena’s grim expression falls as a snort escapes her lips; that look of content lasts a millisecond before the grim look returns.

“I can’t even drink blood bags or animal blood. What if something is wrong with me?”

“That's why we’re going to this campus, right? So you can learn to control people you have no connections to.”

Elena sits up and runs a hand down her face, “Ya, I guess you’re right.”

“JEREMY FUCK OFF!”

“THEO, YOU’VE BEEN IN THE BATHROOM FOR 45 MINUTES! GET OUT!”

Elena and I both eye each other before laughing and both falling back onto our pillows as we listen to Theo and Jeremy’s bickering.

“I’M DOING MY HAIR!”

“FOR ALMOST AN HOUR?!?” “BOYS! INSIDE VOICES!”

Everything goes silent for a moment after we hear Jenna’s voice.

“Sorry, Jenna.”

“Sorry.”

Elena and I both burst out laughing at the sound of the boys’ voices.

“I like this.”

I turn my head to look at her, only to see her already looking at me with a small smile.

“Like what? Theo and Jeremy waking the whole street up every morning with their bickering?”

Elena laughs and looks back up towards the ceiling.

“Well, no. But I mean this,” She gestures to me and my bedroom, “You and Theo being here,” She looks over to me with a saddened look, “I know it wasn’t under good circumstances, and I hate the pain that has happened to you over these past few weeks, but…I like you guys being here with us. I don’t know, maybe it’s all my heightened emotions making me emotional, but it just feels like we’re all one big family. It’s been a long time since this house has felt full.”

I find myself thinking for a moment, thinking of every bad thing that has happened these past few weeks that has led to this moment, and a wave of nausea washes over me for a moment.

“Ya. At least one good thing has come from all of this,” I say and lean over to lay my head against Elena’s shoulder, and she places her head on top of mine.

Before breaking my curse, even the thought of physical touch would send bile up my throat and a shiver throughout my body, but ever since breaking it, it’s like that feeling is leaving, and all I want to do is be near people. It’s mostly been Jenna and Elena who have gotten the brunt of it. When I told Alastair about it, and laughed and said it’s probably my wolf mentality trying to find a pack. I punched him. But now that I’ve been thinking about it, he might not be wrong. I could ask Klaus about it, but I’ve kept my distance from the entire Mikaelson family these past few days. Only talking to Finn over the phone every now and then. It’s not like I don’t want to see them. I do. Almost painfully so, before turning my emotions for them were confusing…but now with my heightened emotions, everything is so much more confusing for me. Klaus and Elijah plague my every thought, and it drives me crazy.

A phone ringing pulls me from my head.

“Yes. We’re getting dressed right now…Goodbye Damon.”

I release a low growl at the sound of Satan’s name.

“We’re already getting dressed?”

I raise a sarcastic eyebrow at her, and she laughs and slowly rips herself out of my bed.

“He’s going to be here soon, so…get up! New day and all. Who knows,” She heads to my door and turns back to smile at me, “Maybe this school will be the one we attend for the next four years.”

She leaves, and I turn around to suffocate myself with my pillow.

—-

I walk to Jeremy and Theo’s bedroom before I leave with Elena. I knock on the door and open it a moment later. A laugh escapes my lips as I see Jeremy on the ground putting together their bunkbed, whilst Theo, dressed in his fluffy robe and slippers, berates him for not putting it together right.

“Things look like they’re going good here.”

Both boys turn around to look at me, and Jeremy shoots me a glare.

“Can you tell your brother to take a xanax and get out of my face!”

I raise an eyebrow at Jeremy’s question and then turn to Theo, who is glaring at the other boy.

“I wouldn’t have to be stressed if it weren’t for your lack of knowledge! How freaking hard is it to build a goddamn bunk bed?!” Jeremy stands up with a huff and throws the direction at Theo.

“If it’s so easy, then you do it!”

“Fine!” Theo looks down at the huge booklet with an odd look and then throws it onto the bed.

“I don’t need those.”

Jeremy’s eyes go wide, and he looks at me for help, but I retreat back into the hallway.

“Ya, you guys have fun. I’ve got to go.”

As I walk away, I hear Jeremy call me a traitor under his breath and then hear Theo begin to bark orders at the other boy.

I halt my descent down the staircase when a head of black hair catches my vision.

“Good morning, Pukey. Ready for our trip?”

—-

The ride to the college was too long for my taste.

Damon blasted his old music the entire way; Elena complained about it, and Bonnie shot insults at Damon whenever she got the chance.

By the time we pulled into the college, I was throwing myself over to the front seat, crawling over Elena, and throwing myself out of the car door.

“Oh, come on, Pukey. The ride wasn’t that bad.”

“Elena, tell your stalker that I’m still not talking to him,” I tell her as I walk over to Bonnie, who is laughing.

Elena looks at Damon, “She’s not talking to you.”

“Yes, Elena, thank you,” Damon responds with a roll of his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Elena questions Bonnie.

“If I could spell you out of wanting blood, I would, but I can’t, so you'd better learn this now than at freshman orientation.”

I nod along absentmindedly as I pick up my phone and see a message from Klaus.

Klaus: Good Morning, Love. What are you up to?

Y/n: At college with Elena. What are you plotting today?

His response comes instantly.

Klaus: College? In Virginia? Don’t tell me you’re thinking of attending. Also, why must you think I’m always plotting something?

I frown as I read his message. Walking beside the girls as we pass through the college kids.

Y/n: What’s wrong with me attending a college in Virginia? And I always think you’re plotting something because you always are.

Klaus: You’ve got me there. And I know you won’t be attending a college in Virginia because I know you’re not a small-town girl. You also hate the South.

Ok, ya maybe he’s got a point.

Klaus: You know I’m right.

Y/n: Dickhead.

Klaus: What are you doing tomorrow?

Y/n: I have no idea. Why?

Klaus: Go on a date with me.

Y/n: Was that a question or demand?

Klaus: It’s whatever gets you to say yes.

I roll my eyes and see we’ve already made it to the entrance of the school.

Y/n: I’ve got to go. Try not to kill anyone.

Klaus: Wait, so is that a yes or a no to the date???

I smirk as I put my phone in my pocket. As we walk down the brick hallways I continue to feeling the buzzing of incoming texts.

—-

“When I say the word witch what pops into your head? Halloween costume? Villain of a fairytale? Maybe an ex-girl-friend? Well whatever it is it’s probably not…”

The droning of the professor continues as Bonnie, Elena, Demon, and I take our seats in the darkened lecture hall. Dozens of students surround us, making notes and listening to the dark-haired professor who appears to be in his early thirties. Kind of odd that he’s sending messages to Bonnie but ok.

“Is that him?”

Elena asks and I fight back the urge to roll my eyes. No Elena Bonnie just took us to a completely different professor’s lecture.

I love the girl but sometimes her logic makes me want to lobotomize myself.

“He’s kind of…”

“Hot,” Bonnie finishes for her and I gag.

I look over to Damon and he rolls his eyes at the two girls. He notices my staring and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I would ask if you find him attractive but we both know he doesn’t hold a candle to the two vampires on your speed-dial.”

I turn to give him a disgusted look, “Was that you calling Elijah and Klaus hot?”

Damon instantly pauses, almost as if he’s rethinking his words. He then frowns and I turn my attention back to the weirdo professor.

“No, in reality, or in this reality at least withes appear to cross every culture in history. They’re the architects of the supernatural. Responsible for everything that goes bump in the night’from ghosts to vampires, to doppelgangers.”

“What is this guy. Witch-apedia?”

Damon’s voice ticks me off but his question doesn’t. This weirdo seems to have a hard on for the supernatural. And the last person that this group interacted with that was like that was Elena’s mom Isobel, who was a freaking nutcase. Not that I had the pleasure of meeting her but Elena gave me the rundown of everything that happened with her.

“Now that you’re a skeptic you’d call the a coincidence. But, if you’re a true believer…you know that there really isn’t such thing. It scares the crap out of us.”

I hear Elena asks Damon if she’s a ripper and it makes me frown.

The buzzing in my pocket turns that frown into a small snarl.

I fish my phone out of my pocket and see thirteen missed text messages from Klaus, 2 messages from Alastair asking to hang out later, 23 text messages from Theo, and one message from Elijah.

I message back the person who is least likely to give me a migraine.

Elijah: How are you doing?- Elijah Mikaelson

Y/n: I’m fine Elijah, no need to worry about me.

The text bubbles pop up a second later.

Elijah: I’ll always worry about you. How are you?- Elijah Mikaelson

The professor yelling turns my attention from the phone.

“Am I interrupting you guys? Or maybe is it the other way around?”

I turn to see him looking over at us. He must’ve noticed Elena and Damon’s incessant talking.

Elena apologizes but of course Damon has to get the final word in.

“I was just saying how much I love witches.”

“Ya…You and me both, brother.”

Creeps.

My phone buzzes again. Oh shit, Elijah.

Elijah: Elskan?- Elijah Mikaelson

Y/n: Sorry. Damon and Elena got scolded at by this weirdo professor.

Elijah: Ah. I see. I can’t say I’m surprised that the older Salvatore is getting himself into trouble. I will bid you a goodbye for now so you don’t get in trouble.- Elijah Mikaelson

I almost laugh at his message.

Y/n: I highly doubt he’s going to send me to the dean for texting while he talks. What are you doing?

Elijah: Pulling over to get gas. On my way to run an errand.- Elijah Mikaelson

Y/n: What errand?

His reply doens’t come right away.

Elijah: Nothing to concern yourself with, Elskan. I shall talk with you later.- Elijah Mikaelson

I don’t respond. Slightly unnerved by his lack of information. Whatever, it’s not like the Mikaelsons have ever kept secrets from me before. Why not add another to the list?

—

The lecture ends shortly after and all the students leave but Bonnie stops us.

“I have to talk to him,” Bonnie says and I give Elena a look.

“I’ll stay with her…good luck with y’know,” I point at my canines and she rolls her eyes.

“Thanks, Jerk.”

Bonnie grabs my arm and we make our way down the lecture stairs to where the weirdo is putting his papers into his bag.

“Hey,” Bonnie calls out and the professor turns around. He eyes both of us wearily for a moment before a look of recognition comes over his face.

“You must be Bonnie! Your grams told me so much about you.”

Bonnie smiles bashfully at his words and I roll my eyes.

“And who’s your friend?”

I eye the professor and Bonnie chimes in for me.

“This is my friend Y/n. She’s a wolf.”

My eyes instantly dart towards her and I glare at her.

“Bonnie what the hell?!”

She instantly apologies but it clearly doesn’t seem like she’s completely upset about telling him.

“A werewolf?”

The man’s voice holds a ounce of awe and I fight back the urge to barf on him.

“I’ve never met a werewolf before. You’re kind is severely low in numbers,” He reaches his hand out for me to shake but I just glare at him. He retracts his hand with a small laugh.

“I guess what they say about werewolves temper is true. No problem. What do you need from me Bonnie?”

Bonnie continues to talk to him about witch stuff and her grandmother’s papers and I find myself leaning against his desk. I absenmindely look oer the papers on his desk when I notice a name that catches my eye.

Klaus Mikaelson

I grab the paper and start reading it. It looks like the writings of a madman who had a bad experience with Klaus a hundred years ago.

“Oh! Be careful with that!”

The paper is delicately ripped from my hands and I glare at the professor.

“That’s the only thing I have that gives any indication of the existence of the Orginal Vampires. The one you’re reading about was named Klaus. He is told to be the most feared of them all.”

I blink and I’m guessing he’s thinking I’m supposed to be acting intrigued right now. I’m not.

Bonnie laughs.

“Trust me, we know plenty about the Mikaelsons.”

The man frowns for a moment before he eyes Bonnie and then me. And after a moment a look of surprise fills his face.

“You’re her! I knew I recongized your name! You’re the soulmate! I have so much to ask you. I’ve never met a soulmate in person. Especially not one that belongs to not one but two of the Old Ones.”

I raise a hand stopping him before he can cream his pants.

“How the hell did you know who I was?”

He blinks and then emarssedly smiles.

“My apologies. Sometimes I can get a bit ahead of myself. There’s been some commotion in the supernatural community. Mostly the witches talking about a new species being made and all of a sudden there’s talk of a soulmate and the power that comes with it. It’s making the witches uncomfortable to say the least.”

I shake my head, “Power?”

He shrugs, “It’s just talk. No one has dealt with a soulmate before, so there’s rumors that say because a soulmate originates from some powerful force of nature it my result in the soulmate having it’s own power. Do you have any?”

I snort, “The only power I have currently is the self-control it takes not to snarl at people. So no.”

He hums in thought, “Well, I would love to pick your mind about a few things.”

I almost recoil at the thought of being alone in a room with this guy, “Ya…maybe another time. We’ve got a tight schedule and our friends are waiting for us.”

I eye Bonnie who nods at him.

They say their goodbyes and see you laters but I’m already booking it up the staircase. Bonnie quickly walks up to me.

“Bro’s a weirdo.”

Bonnie rolls her eyes.

—

We make our way outside and we notice Elena and Damon in a heated exchange. What’s new?

“What’s going on?”

We walk up to them and I give Elena a look and she just shakes her head.

“Nothing. Elena’s educating me on the importance of feelings.”

I snort, “Ya, good luck with that. Hell would freeze over before Demon over here would have a beating heart.”

Damon smiles at me, “Aww, my nicknames back.”

I squint my eyes at him.

“I just referred to you as a demon and you’re happy with that?”

Damon smirks.

“Did you guys talk to the professor?”

I roll my eyes and Bonnie smiles.

“For a second. He found some stuff of my grams in his office and he’s gonna dig it up for me.”

“He also thinks I’m all powerful.”

Elena and Damon both shoot me looks.

“Bro’s a creep.”

“He’s not a creep. He’s just…excentric,” Bonnie defends.

I look at her plainly.

“So…a creep.”

She rolls her eyes before holding up a poster I didn’t even know she grabbed.

“I also found this.”

All three of us glance at the poster.

“What the hell is a Murder House?”

—

“I look stupid.”

“You look beautiful,” Elena argues.

I look down at my very short black dress, black knee-high stocking, and dark heels with a sigh. As I sigh though the hairs from my dark black wig get into my mouth and Bonnie and Elena help my get them out of my mouth and fix the wig.

“You’re Morticia Addams, right? From the Addams Family?’’

I nod at Bonnie’s question, “There was no way in hell I was going as one of Damon’s victims,” I glare at the Vampire who is dressed up as Jack the Ripper and then at Bonnie and Elena who are his victims.

“I don’t blmae you.”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining. The costume store had a dress that would’ve looked darling on you,” Damon gests and I punch him in the arm.

A hiss of pain escapes his lips, “You’re a lot stronger than Lockwolf.”

Elena throws her arm over my shoulder and then over Bonnie’s “Damn right she is.”

Her switch of emotions gives me whiplash but I just smile at her as she leads us into the crowded Frat House. We enter through the door and the smell of weed, sweat, sex, and other nasty things enters my nostrils. The blasting music assaults my eardrums and the flashing lights burn into my eyes.

This is going to be fun.

“Welcome to Murder House! I’m the unassuming serial killer. Bloody Mary’s free until midnight.”

I eye the frat guy who just approached us.

“Well,” Damon takes off his top hat, “Hat’s off to these idiots. Oh look, there’s Professor Creepy.”

I follow Damon’s eyeline and see the weirdo on the staircase talking to two women. Why the actual hell would a professor be at a frat party full of drunk co-eds?

“His name is Professor Shane, and he’s not creepy,” Bonnie defends him and the weirdo looks right down at us.

I pat Bonnie on the shoulder, “you keep telling yourself that. But don’t worry when he tries to turn you into a skin suit I’ll save you.”

Bonnie gives me a horrifed look whilst Damon laughs.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Bonnie says as she walks away.

I shake my head in disbelief.

“IF HE SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT PUTTING LOTION ON YOUR SKIN. RUN AWAY,” I yell after her and she turns and gives me a horrified look.

Passerbys give me odd looks but I just glare at them.

Bonnie goes up the stairs and Damon leads Elena and I into a room where a bunch of people are dancing and drinking.

“Right, so I’m going to go anywhere else. Have fun ripping into frat boys.”

I wave at them as I push through a group of drunk girls. I don’t get far though because a hand grabs me.

“Hey, pretty lady.”

Oh kill me now.

“Ya, no thanks.”

I try to pull my hand out but he tightens his grip, “Don’t be rude I was compliemting you.”

The smell of beer on his breath almost makes me gag and I don’t waste any time shoving him away from me.

“Fuck off dude.”

I walk away and find myself trapped in a big group of people all grinding against one another. Strobes lights make it hard to focus on anything and the lack of oxygen in this room is making it kind of hard to breathe. Before I can push through any more horny co-eds a pair of strong hands grip my waist.

“I though I told you to fuck off!”

I whip around expecting to see the frat boy from earlier but this time I’m met with a taller man wearing a Phantom of the Opera costume. I almost growl until the strobe lights highlight the dark brown of the mans face. Although the white mask hides one side of the man’s chiseled face, I’d know those brown eyes anywhere.

“Elijah?”

His hands grip my waist tighter and I see the small upper movement of his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

I don’t have to yell that loud since I know he’d be able to hear me.

Elijah leans down as his eyes trail over me.

“The eldest Salvatore called earlier and said you might want some company.”

Damon called him?

“Why would Damon call you? He hates you.”

Elijah gives me a look.

“You he doesn’t.”

I ponder for amoment before the feeling of Elijah’s hand straying farther down my waist makes me mouth go dry.

“I like your costume. Not quite sure where you got it. But I like it.”

I eye the old timey tux he’s wearing, that olds to his body perfectly. His gelled back hair and the one sided mask that is really making me question my sanity.

Elijah’s eye trail over my figure for a very long moment, “I like yours aswell. I’m not quite sure who you are though.”

I trail my fingers over the wig I’m wearing, “Morticia Addams?”

His face shows no sign of recognition.

“The Addams Family?!” Nothing.

“God, you’re so old.”

I mutter that under my breath but the small sting from his fingers tightening into my skin tells me he heard me.

The change in song takes my attention, and “Feel So Close” by Calvin Harris starts playing.

I find myself nodding my head to the music and then look at Elijah.

“Dance with me?”

Elijah doens’t wait a moment before turning me around and pulling my back to be flush with his chest. He holds me there as we sway back and forth to the music slowly. His fingers dancing up and down my upper thigh. I can’t decide if the rising in my heartbeat is because of the dancing or him.

As the music picks up in tempo we begin to sway more. I lean back and close my eyes at the feeling of him lifting his hand to brush my hair away from my neck.

A small involuntary moan espcaes my lips as he begins presses long kisses onto my neck.

“Lijah.”

My voice sounds pathetic but I don’t really seem to care. Clearly neither does Elijah who responds who a low growl.

The music picks up and I feels the heat of the other bodies around us but all I can focus on is the feeling of Elijah mouth on my neck and his long fingers picking at the hem of my short dress.

It doesn’t take long before I feel the sharpness of Elijah’s fangs.

I nod, “Do it.”

Elijah retreats from my neck and frown as I open my eyes. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me.

“Do it, Elijah. I’m not fragile anymore.”

If possible I see Elijah’s eyes darken. He slowly leans down and I feel him press a soft kiss to my earlobe.

“You were never fragile to me.”

I slicing pain makes me flinch slightly as I feel him bite into my neck. The pain quickly lessens though as his lips start to suck on my neck and his fingers slowly go underneath the hem of my dress and caress the soft skin between my thighs.

“Fucking hell.”

“Language, Elskan.”

He pulls back and I see the dark liquid trickling down his chin. My breath halts and I can’t even think as I pull him by his neck into me and smash my lips onto his. Elijah’s responsive as he pulls me so close to him, it’s like he’s afraid I might disappear. The kissing is messy. Lips assaulting one another, teeth banging, tongues fighting for dominance. Kissing Elijah is like taking a drug that doesn’t have a come down.

The song changes and I pull away from Elijah and I pretend not to hear the growl he just gave me. I quickly grab his hand and pull him through the hoards of people. He lets me guide him outside and though my determination I hear him laugh to himself. It’s so carefree and boyish that it fills my chest.

SMUT BEGINS

We reach the dark alley behind the house and we both stand there looking at each other for a moment. Waiting for the other to make the first move.

I lean against the wall, my chest rising and falling harshly.

Elijah watches me like a predator watches it prey and I find myself smirking.

His eyes narrow.

“Why are you smirking.”

I shrug, “You watch me a lot. Like that…”

Elijah takes a slow step forward and I bite my bottom lip anxiously.

“You’re someone worth watching.”

I look up at him as he closes the space between us.

“You make it sound like you’re my stalker.”

Elijah pauses and thinks for a moment.

“Would that deter you…if I was?”

I don’t even have to think about it. As I grab him by his coat jacket and pull him into me.

“Hell no.”

He doesn’t wait a second before diving back down onto my mouth. I try to fight for dominance and he lets me for a moment, until he slaps the back of my thigh, surprising me.

“Don’t be a brat.”

I press my head to the wall as my breath comes out ragged.

“Make me, Stalker.”

Next thing I now my chest is being pressed to the coldness of the brick wall.

“Gætinn, Elskan.”

The sound of the unknown language sends a thrill down my spine.

“Elijah, please.”

“What do you want, Y/n?”

I don’t even have to think about it.

“You. I just want you to touch me already. Please?”

Elijah lets outa mocking scoff and a warth covers my cheeks.

“Where’s that attitude of yours gone?”

His tone is mocking and holy hell if it doesn’t send a wave of pleasure through me.

“Elijah…”

“First, this is coming off.”

Elijah’s voice is rough as he pulls off the wig I’m wearing.

Cool air assaults my neck.

“Oh God!” My words escape me before I can stop myself as I feel Elijah push my underwear aside and insert a long finger into me.

“Touch you like this?”

His tone sounds comforting but the look in his eyes shows he’s finding my reaction entertaining.

“Don’t be mean,” I’m barely able to say my words as he slides in another finger.

I throw my head against his chest and from the closeness of our bodies I can feel his hardness press into my back. He’s long and hard and I’d be lying if I said that thought doesn’t make me wet.

A newfound wave of confidence flows through my as I bring my hand behind my back and place it ontop of his clothed member.

A thousand swears escape his lips and it’s my turn to chastise him.

“Language, Elijah.”

My mocking doesn’t sit right with him as he curls his fingers inside of me hitting the spot from the last time he touched me in his bedroom.

A loud moan escapes me and I feel him use his other hand to grab my chin and twist my face so i’m staring at him. It’s dark outside now, but I can still see the whiteness of his mask and the dilation of his pupils. His breathing is ragged as I continue to massage him through his pants.

He continues to run circles over my clit and it’s not long before I feel that familar building in my lower stomach.

“Elijah- I..”

Elijah presses a kiss to me neck.

“Come for me Elskan.”

With one single pinch to my clit, my vision goes blurry.

I open my mouth to yell but Elijah places his mouth on my suffocating my voice.

The high lasts for minutes and my mind is so fried I don’t even notice Elijah has moved until I feel him press open my legs and I look down to see him kneeling. He doesn’t even look up as he leans down and swipes his tongue over my thighs. I don’t realize what he’s doing until I leans away and I see the wetness surrounding his mouth.

He stands back up and runs a thumb over his chin, wiping up the mess and then bringing the thumb to his mouth.

He hums happily as he pops the thumb out of his mouth.

SMUT ENDS

‘’Where is she?”

I hear Elena before I see her. From the dissatisfied look on Elijah’s face he must hear her too.

“Go back to your friends, My Love,” Elijah leans down and presses one final kiss to my lips, “I’ll see you later.”

I don’t even have time to process what he said as he disappears into the night.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

I turn to see Elena turn the corner of the house. And I quickly fix my dress and hair.

“Ya, it’s me,” I try to act natural as if I didn’t just get finger fucked a moment ago.

“What are you doing out here?”

I pause at her question and then see Bonnie turn the corner. Looking quite unhappy. “Party too much for you?”

I breath through my nose and nod, “Just needed a minute.”

Bonnie gives me a nod and an understanding smile. I smile back and then walk over to them and they lead me towards the front of the house.

“How’d chow time go?”

Elena gives me a sad look, “I’ll explain later.”

She throws her arm over me, as if looking for comfort.

We continue to walk for a moment before she pauses and gives me an odd look.

Shit.

“Did you lose your wig?”

—

The car ride home is worse than the ride there. I guess Damon was being Damon and got everyone mad. And now we’re in this quiet ass car trying to survive the awkwardness.

I pull my phone out and respond to all my missed messages, hoping to pass the time. I tell Alastair we can hang out this weekend. I don’t even respond to Theo who was just messaging me the happenings about the bunk bed building fiasco. I see a singular message from Jenna telling me to be safe and to call her if I need anything. I text her and tell her we’ll be home soon. I then see a new message from Elijah come in. Just three words.

Elijah: I love you.

I smile at the message. And then roll my eyes as I see the missed messages from his brother.

Klaus: Luv, if you don’t respond to me I will be forced to send my hybrids out to find you.

Y/n: Fine. Tomorrow.

Klaus: Tomorrow?

I roll my eyes.

Y/n: One date. Don’t mess it up.

—-

Damon pulls into the Gilbert house and I quickly make my way out of the car and up to the porch. I turn around and Look at both Elena and Damon.

“Bye, Demon.”

“Bye, Pukey.”

I go to open the door but pause and turn over to look at him. Not exactly sure how to thank him for calling Elijah, with Elena right here.

He eyes me for a moment before a ghost of a smile comes onto his face.

“I know. Get some sleep.”

I nod before giving one last look towards Elena who gives me a nod.

I walk into the house and pass by the kitchen where Jenna is going through some papers. She notices my presence after a moment and smiles happily at me.

“Hey! How was it? Anything you might be interested in?”

I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water.

“It was cool. But…”

“Not you’re thing?”

She raises an eyebrow and from the look on her face I can tell she’s not surprised.

“I just want something a bit…more, y’know?”

Jenna smiles, The more you shall have.”

I snort, “You’re like my own personal Yoda.”

Jenna laughs, before turning around and grabbing a paper.

“These are just some papers I need you to sign. They’re from the life-insurance people. You just sign here,” She points to a dotted line,” And then I’ll send these out.”

I nod and grab the paper and bring it back to the table and sign my name using a pen Jenna hands me.

“Thanks again for doing all this Jenna,” I softly say, “We’re not your kids you shouldn’t have to-”

“Don’t you dare start with all that, young-lady! You’re here. You’re staying. You’re our family. Now go get some rest.”

I don’t even think as I pull her into a tight hug.

“Night, Jen.”

—

I trudge up the stairs, pulling my heels off as I go. I begin to walk to my room when I hear the sound of a video game being played.

I turn around and glance through the opened door of Jeremy’s room. I smile softly and lean against the door as I the new setup.

Jeremy’s queen size bed is gone and is replaced by a huge bunkbed. Theo is perched on top shirtless with just his boxers on, yelling at the game console on the other side of the room. Jeremy is on the bottom bunk in flannel pajama pants with a game console in hand, also yelling at said game. The moving of Theo’s head turns my attention and he narrows his eyes at me before the practically bug out of his head.

“DID YOU HAVE SEX?”

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