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This is not the way this is supposed to go. Me bleeding, on random street. God, I want to scream, tears pooling in my eyes and sweat covering my skin. But I could ignore all of those for the blood that was dripping on ground from my stomach. I need to sit down, but I can’t sit down on the ground while bleeding, I don’t want to people to see that, no one should.

And there it was, an open gate covered in green vines, most likely abandoned. Holding on to the brick wall, I walked closer to the gate until I slipped in. I walked in to a big inner ward, surrounded in balcony. And there it was, a couch, ready for me to lay on it and close my eyes. With wobbling steps, I got to the couch and lay down. This was not the way I wanted to leave this world, but I guess there is worse options, than looking the stars above.

But I woke up again. I didn’t want to see me on the couch and the blood on my clothing. I could see the bright light over my lids, maybe someone found me and now I was in a hospital bed. The fact of not knowing got too big and I opened my eyes. The light didn’t come from hospital lights, the light was the sun. I closed my eyes not wanting to be blinded by it. Holy fuck, I wasn’t on the couch anymore.

I was laying on a big bed under the covers in a big mostly empty room. No, this can’t be real, I pushed myself into sitting position against the head board, until realized my stomach didn’t hurt. I looked down my shirt that was covered in now dried blood, sweat. Grabbing the hem of the shirt expecting to see deep stab wound, there was nothing. My stomach being like last night had never even happened.

“What the fuck”, I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes again, but this time I let them fall down to my checks. Was yesterday even real, it must have been, just from looking at my shirt.

My eyes roamed around the room, my eyes landing on a pile of clothes set at the foot of the bed. I took a glance at the closed door, before I pulled the covers aside and crawled to the pile picking it up. The pile had a hoodie, a pair of sweatpants and a pair of socks. I almost ripped my old clothes off of me and putting the clean ones on. Now I just needed to know where I am. I got off of the bed and walked to the window. Surprisingly my legs held my weight, unlike last night.

The look from the window was one that I already knew, in fact I had walked past it just last night, if you were down on the street, you could see my blood on the ground. This must be the same place that I had fallen asleep. But does that mean that I thought wrong when thinking that this place was abandoned. Or maybe you weren’t thinking right last night, you know because the fucking whole in your stomach. It was all my fault, if I had just kept my mouth shut, any of this wouldn’t have happened. I wrapped my arms around myself and right when I was starting to cry again the door opened.

I turned around expecting anything else but a young blonde woman with a food tray on her hands.
“Ah, lovely that someone has finally decided to wake up. I hope you slept well, you were out quite a long time,” the woman walked to the bed and placed the tray on it until she took few steps back, leaving plenty of room between us. “My name is Rebekah, nice to meet you...”

“Y/N”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” Rebekah said, gentle smile on her lips. She had an accent that I couldn’t place, and her eyes had the warmth that only few of us had. She seemed kind, gentle, like she knew how I felt. God, she is pretty. No, what am I even thinking, she can be crazy or something.

I cleared my throat before asking “What happened to me?”

Rebekah raised her eyebrows like I was insane “You tell me, you were the one to walk in to our house, bleeding and falling asleep to our couch,”

God, so I really fucked up, didn’t I. she must have seen my stress in my face because she continued, “What about you eat some, while we talk, you must be pretty hungry after a nap like that,”

And was she right, in ten minutes I had finished two grilled cheese sandwiches and a big glass of water. Only when I touched the small cup full of strawberries Rebekah talked, “Do you know who... who hurt you?” her words were almost whisper, like she was scared for my answer. I lowered my eyes until I didn’t see her concerned eyes anymore. I nodded, taking one more strawberry and eating it.

“How did I heal, I mean I thought that I was dying,” It was really the only question I needed to ask, I needed to know that I didn’t imagine all that pain. The blonde next to me tensed, and cleared her throat, like she needed time to form the words. “My brothers found you, when you had passed out and... you needed help so... we helped” She looked at me like she wanted to know if the answer pleased me. Like my reaction would affect if what she said really was true. “But how?” I pressured.

“It doesn’t really matter, you are alive, isn’t that the most important part.” She gave me a smile, that at least seamed genuine. “So, who hurt you?” She continued like she couldn't see my disappointment in my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, it was my fault anyway,” For a moment I almost saw shock in Rebekahs eyes. The blondes' lips just turned into a thin line, like she was deep in thought. “My family... we have a lot of influence in this city, if you just tell me I promise you will be safe,” I looked in her eyes for a hint of untruthfulness, I couldn't see it. I thought for a moment. But right when I was ready to speak the door opened.

At the door stood a brown-haired man with an expensive looking suit on. The man eyes on me and I felt my cheeks heating up. I lowered my eyes when Rebekah started to talk clearly annoyed that the man had come to bother her. “What do you want, Elijah,” The man, Elijah, looked Rebekah like she was insane for asking. “Just wanted to know what to you so long,” Even without looking at Elijah I could feel his eyes on me.

“Well, did you have something to say?” Rebekahs voice only grew more annoyed. Eljah ignored the woman next to me. I took a quick look at the man, his eyes still on me, but this time I couldn’t look away, he was just as beautiful as Rebakah.

“Hello, I am Elijah, Rebekahs brother,” Elijah said small polite smile on his face, but under that I could see pity, pity for me. I gulped. “Y/N,” was the only thing I got out of my lips. Elijah must have seen my nervousness, because I felt he was trying to hold out a smirk. I could see the resemblance. Was everyone in their family hot, or did they just have good luck.

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After Elijah had introduced himself, Rebekah almost pushed him out and closed the door behind herself and her brother. I had heard Rebekah´s voice getting louder. After Rebekah had calmed down it became clear that they wouldn’t come back. And finally, being alone I got under the covers and fell asleep again.

But this time when I woke up, I felt like I had slept in this bed for my whole life. I got up the darkness around me. My phone was on the bedside table and it was 2AM. So, I had slept through the whole day. Are Rebekah and Elijah, okay? Why is that my first thought, I don’t even know them. I need to get myself in check. I put my shoes on and got out of the room.

The place looked just like I remembered. The couch I had passed out was on its place, but now it had a red stain, my blood stain. I took a deep breath and walked on the balcony looking hints of life. And on the first one door I got my hint. In the room was a man on an armchair, paper and pen on his hands. I let through a breath.
“If you are going to spy, you should at least be quiet, you know,” Fuck. Now, that I was caught there was no reason to hide. I opened the door completely and snuck inside. Only then the man looked at me with his blue intensive eyes, it felt like he could see all of my secrets.

“I’m sorry, I was just...” I stopped midsentence. I don’t know what I was trying to find, I just wanted to get out of the room. Smile appeared on his face, but I couldn't tell what was it for. I bit my lip, and I could feel anxiety growing in my stomach.

“If you are looking for my sister, don’t waste your time, she wanted to get some fresh air,”

“Sister? You are Rebekahs brother too?” I couldn’t hide the amusement in my voice. The man must have heard that amusement too, a smirk appeared on his lips. “In better or worse, yes,”

A small smile escaped from my lips. So, the hotness really must run in the family. “And that must make you the stabbed girl in our couch,” And somehow a man that I met only a few minutes ago is getting me flustered. “Yep, it’s me, same old Y/N,” The man hummed, like deep in thought. “Elijah mentioned your name when he was leaving,” he said more to himself than me.

So now this family was talking about me, that is fucking fabulous. And with a moment of silence, I took a look of the room. It was covered in bookshelves heavy with old looking books. And then my eyes landed on to the sketchbook on the man's lap, it had few quick sketches of things around the room, sketch of one of the couches, one of the tables and one of heavy looking pile on canvases. The man must have seen my growing intrigue of the top canvas in the pile, that depicted composition painting with paint brushes and paint tubes. I like it, it didn’t feel too put together, it felt just perfect.

“You paint?” the man asked pulling me away from the painting. I looked back at him, he almost seemed as intrigued as I was because of the painting. “Little, I’m not just very good at it, nothing is ever good enough subject or the end result isn’t as good as I thought it would be,”

“If you want you can stay here until your shining knights come back,” I had to smile from his words and I sat opposite to him to a leather couch. Smile on his face he ripped few pages from his sketchbook, and grabbed a book and a pen from the table beside him and gave them to me. I took them shinning a smile to him, before asking: “You know, I don’t even know your name,” The man sat back to his chair, taking a new blank page out. “You can call me Klaus,” I couldn’t help but smile.

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Now my paper was cover with small quick sketches of things I saw, one lamp, bottle of whiskey, an old looking book, curtains, and wrongly went pieces that I choose to ignore. I hadn’t lost all of my abilities yet. We hadn’t said anything to each other, the quietness around us wasn’t bothering me, but I saw myself wanting to look at Klaus, talk to him, know more about him. I'm not supposed to think like that, I had just thought practically the same way about his siblings. I really need to not think this way. It felt that it was almost illegal to talk, to look at him. But I liked this, it was a nice change from the chaotic feeling that Rebakah and Elijah had left me.

I don’t know how long I had been out of reality, before I heard him clearing his throat. I looked at him, him clearly amused. “What?” came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Just thinking if you were still functioning,” I didn’t want to look at him and I lowered my eyes until I didn’t see his smirking face anymore.

“Sorry...,”

“Don’t apologize, just wanting to know if you are okay. You went through a lot,” He had the same gentle feeling that Rebekah had in her when she talked to me. When she asked who hurt me. I let a shuttering breath out, hoping that his words wouldn’t feel so good when he spoke them. How it felt good to know that I wasn’t judged, that he didn’t blame me for what happened. I don’t even know him, why do I care.

Or maybe just because I care, I felt my eyes pooling with tears. No, no, no I can’t do this, in front of a stranger. I shook my head in disbelief. As in reflex I pressed my hand to my stomach and I felt a tear drop falling down my cheek. Fuck me. My lips were trembling but I held it together, at least l tried. Klaus sighed, and panic rose in me. I looked up. Klaus was getting up from his chair, he stood up and he came to sit next to me. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder and letting me lean into his side. Fuck I’m a fucking idiot.

“It was... he didn’t mean to, he was just drunk and cooking, and pissed off,” I trembled, against him. “It was my fault, it was my fault, it, it, it;” It became like a mantra, it had become a mantra since it happened. “Shh, it’s okay” He whispered, and I shattered in his arms. I couldn’t let go of my stomach, the feeling of the blood dipping out of me, and the only thing making my life longer was my hand, keeping the blood inside of me. I turned into a ball, his arms holding me tight, keeping me safe, protecting me.

Slowly my shaking body became limb in his arms. My tears slowed down and slowly I pushed myself of off me, gently, not like I didn’t want his touch, his comfort. I whipped my tears away too scared to look at him. I took a deep breath and I let it out like I hadn’t breathed in years. His hands traveled from my shoulders to my cheeks, lifting my head up so our eyes met. “I'm sorry,” It was almost inaudible, I had to lower my eyes again, embarrassed, but his eyes were so intense, they took my breathe away.

“Don’t feel bad about your emotions, especially when they are rightful,” I had to bite my lip, for not letting a cry out.

“How did I survive, I was bleeding out, I was dying,” I don’t know why I asked, or why that was the first thing that came to my mind. He shook he’d head, and I could feel a sort of disappointment in his eyes.

“Don’t care about it,”

“Your sister said the same, I want to know why am I still alive,” His hands became firmer against my cheeks, but it didn’t feel threating.
“You don’t need to know that right now,” His voice has so calming and somehow, I started to believe his words, until I didn’t question how I survived. A small smile quirked down onto my mouth. “Okay...,”

“Get the fuck away from her! You piece of shit!” Both of our heads turned to the door where Rebekah was furious grabbing Klauses hair and pulling him up. A small squeak came out of my mouth without a thought. And in a blink of an eye Klaus had pushed Rebekah against a wall, holding her by her neck. Now my squeak was loader than one before it. Both of the siblings' eyes fell upon me. I covered my mouth and I stood up of the couch.

“It’s okay, love. Just normal family business,” Klauses voice had lost that caring feeling, that there was before Rebekah barged in. Rebekahs hand clawing her brothers hand changed his attention back to his sister. “You stupid little shit, she doesn’t deserve not having her own will. I'm going to kill you. I could have explained this shit to her if you just gave me more time. But no! You wanted to get into her pants without explaining anything,” Rebekah sounded more annoyed than anything, like she could fix everything.

I had to hold on the couch when I backed down to the door opening it just enough for myself to get out. And backing down I hit something behind me. “Well, well our bleeding girl has just seen a first family fight,” I turned my head and behind me was a man, with the same brown hair as Elijah has. And again, Rebekahs and Klauses attention was back on me. Fuck. Me.

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How the fuck did I end up here?! I was sitting at the same couch as I had run I way only few minutes ago. Klaus was still holding Rebekah by throat. And the man who I had bumped into was now sitting next to me. The man next to me had just crabbed my arm and walked me back at the couch.

“You don’t need to hold our sister by the throat just because a human, Nik,” The mans words didn’t sound clear, like he was under water. Klaus sighed and dropped Rebekahs throat and turned back to the man, now more annoyed than when Rebekah showed up. And with his words, the man wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. “Get your hand off of her, Kol or I will rip your heart out of your chest,” Rebekah sounded like she would really do that, and walked to me pulling me up from his brothers arms.

“It’s okay, honey, my brothers just don’t know how to behave with quests in the house,” Rebekah soothed me, and rubbed my back. I melted into her arms. This shit again, I can’t think this way about her..., about them. When Rebekah realized I was calming down she looked back at Klaus. “Undo the compulsion, Nik,” Compulsion? What the fuck is going on? I looked at Rebekah, she gave me a small smile making my heart flutter.

The man in the couch, Rebekah had called him Kol, got up and smile fell upon his face. “Yeah Nik, having a human pet would be fun, to have her in shock even more than before,” I had to look at him my brows up in confusion. Did he just call me a “human pet”.

“Stop it Kol, she has gone through enough,” Klaus surprised me with his words. After holding his sister by her throat, and now his words were calm like when he comforted me. “Then undo it!” Rebekah yelled. Klaus rolled his eyes and placed his hand on my cheeks. And for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, just the thought of it, got my mind running. But he didn’t do that. “Undo what I did, you are free to question,” Question what? What is he talking about...? What did he do to me? What saved me? I let my breath out. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“What about we get some food for you, honey, I promise to explain everything,” Rebekah said pulling me closer to the door. We walked down the stairs her holding my hand. All of my thoughts ran around and I couldn't concentrate to any of them. She is holding my hand, she called me honey. Fuck. Me.

She pulled me into a dining room and sat me down at the head of the table. The blonde left assumingly to the kitchen that seemed to be next to room. I just sat there for a minute or two until I felt steps coming to my direction. I looked up seeing Klaus and Kol walking to the room and sitting to the other end of the table. Rebekah came soon back with a bowl of soup and a big class of water until sitting down on my left side. I took the spoon and mixed the soup, and looked up.

“So, can just someone tell me what is going on?” My words sounded more desperate than I liked.

A smile appeared on the bothers lips and Klaus decided to talk first. “Have you ever heard about vampires?”

An hour and a million question later I had gotten all of the information, at least most of them. I had eaten three bowls of soup unable to comprehend more. So, they are all vampires except Klaus, who is also a werewolf. And oh yeah, THEY ARE ALL THOUSAND YEARS OLD. And their blood saved me.

“So, that’s it pretty much,” Klaus ended the explanation. “Okay,” I whispered, in fact I couldn’t even know what to say. I didn’t want to know what was going to happen after this.

“That wasn’t the reaction that I was waiting for,” Kol said sounding almost disappointed.

“Am I going to die?” I needed to know if I was going die, I needed to know if I would die on the hands of these people. “Do you really think we would have kept you alive if we were going to kill you,” Kols said, like I was an idiot.

“She has a full right to be questioning our integrity,” It was Elijah, walking closer to us. “Where have you been this whole time,” Klaus asked, while Elijah walked to the end of the table, sitting across from me. Elijah didn’t pay attention to his siblings, eyes locked at me. Like he could see to my soul.

“I was figuring out who hurt Y/N,” Elijah said without any emotion. My throat felt like it closed up and I held my breath. All of the siblings' eyes went to Elijah. “Please, don’t do this...,” I tried to keep my voice calm and I braced myself until I was sitting at the edge of the chair. “Elijah, who is it?” Kol asked, like he genuinely cared.

“It wasn’t the first time, was it? That he hurt you,”

“It was my fault, Elijah,” I said, tearing my eyes to him from the table.

“You don’t deserve to get hurt, Y/N,” Elijahs words felt comforting but still so painful like his words were truth. Why these people have shown me more kindness than he ever did? I was pulled away from my thoughts when Elijah spoke again. “We can take care of him; we can make sure that he is going to feel all the pain he caused you, and more. And I think my siblings would like it too,” His words were so kind, I knew he didn’t want to hurt me, he wanted to hurt him.

Even if I didn’t know all of the stuff. If he was gone, only I would know all the stuff myself. I didn’t have anyone else. “I don’t have anyone else but him, I can’t take care of myself yet, I can’t make a livable wage,” My voice broke but I pushed beyond that. “After mom died, he- he just became sad. Love of his Lifes one night stand baby wasn’t a plan his problem, he didn’t need to take care of me. It was my fault,” I sob fell from my lips, and the tears pooled in my eyes yet again.

“Let us take care of it, love,”

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“Let us take care of it, love,” The smile on Klaus´ face makes me sick. It tells of destruction, pain, suffering and I know I would be terrified if the smile was meant for me. Shivers crawls
up my neck. “What do you mean by taking care of it?” I could guess the answer but I needed to hear it from them.

“It can mean whatever you want, but to be honest a snack would be nice,” Kol said a smile on his face. It didn’t as homicidal as Klaus´. I couldn't get words out of my mouth, this is unbelievable, I'm talking about my step-fathers murder. But if I really agreed on this, what would happen next, I would be all alone, without anyone. Just the idea of that felt scarier than living with him. And when I looked up to the family around me it felt like they knew what I was thinking, like they could see my thoughts. Wait a minute, could they? At least they didn’t tell about mind reading powers.

But if I would agree, I would never have to be scared to come home, or make sure I didn’t make a sound. And above all else it’s not my choice if someone lives or dies. But if I say no, is the only reason why he stays alive because I say so. How did I end up in this place, what happened, I was just meant to die, not make that fate for someone else. I need time, I need the world to stop and let me breath.

“I can’t make that decision,” I had to laugh for the absurdness of this situation. “I mean we are talking about somebodies' life here,”

“Darling this is just a normal day on the Mikaelson household,” Kol laughed clearly amused by my innocence. Unconsciously I covered my face, I shook my head. This is not real, this is so absurd, this isn’t real. I'm not talking, I'm not thinking about getting my step-farther killed. I lowered to see the siblings looking at each other. “Is this really normal for you guys,” I asked.

“I would say this is actually from the more normal side of things,” Elijah said. It felt like he was disappointed that it was the truth. “Then why the fuck am I still alive! If murdering people is just a normal evening for you,” My voice raised without me even realizing it.

“Hey, what if you would go to take a nap to clear your head,” Rebekahs felt like the only thing keeping my sanity with me.

I woke up to sun on my cheeks. And for a moment I didn’t remember the insanity of the past day. But then, it all was brought back to me. I was thinking about killing him, I was really thinking about murder. I flipped to my stomach and I pressed my head against the pillow. I put my arms under the pillow. I smell disgusting, I really need to take a shower. And to be honest I felt disgusting. After few minutes a pushed myself up from the bed. I opened the door to the bathroom that was connected to “my” room. The bathroom was beautiful with a bathtub. To be honest bath sounds really nice.

I found a towel and a few different bottles of soaps. A poured little bit of soap into the tub and let the water pour into the tub. And finally, when my bath was ready, I shed the clothes off of my body and dipped into the tub. The bubbles covered my chest and I let my head to relax at the side of the tub. Only then did I realize how tight my muscles were, and how tense I had been. I closed my eyes.

Finally, when the water got cold, I got up. I wrapped the big fluffy towel around myself. So, I didn’t think shit before, I don’t have clean clothing. Not like I didn’t feel disgusting already. There was a wardrobe in “my” room. I made sure that the room was empty before I slid through the door. I went straight to the wardrobe and opened one of the doors. Inside it had nothing. I started to panic. I opened one after another and all of them were empty. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I almost yelled and shut all the doors a had opened.

“You know you don’t need to yell, you can just ask,” A scream got out of my mouth before I turned down and saw Kol standing at the door. I secured the towel around me as tight as I could. I bit my lip. Kols eyes really felt like I didn’t even have a towel around me.

“And do you know it’s not polite to stare, would not expect that for a such old fashion guy,” A smile on his face only grew, and he lowered his eyes off of my body. I could feel myself heating up from his presence.

“Sorry, just heard you cursing and decided to be your helping hand,” Kols words had a smug feel to them and I tightened the towel again. “I was just looking for some clothes, you know just feeling kinda disgusting, but you know there wasn’t ones I could have taken” I tried to explain, only realizing that I was rambling. I let go of my breath that I was holding.

“Okay princess, not need to explain, I’m getting you some, just wait a moment,” he said, before disappearing from the door. I could hear he chuckling, while he was walking away. I could have just put the old clothing on... I'm a fucking idiot. I went back to the bed and sat down. I sighed.

I waited for a minute or two until Kol showed up back to the door, with a pile of clothes on his hand. I out stretched my hand and he dropped the pile on it, before stepping back making space between us. “Thanks...,” My whisper was almost inaudible, but knowing what he is of course he heard it. “Of course, darling,” Kols words were kind and I could see the similarity between him and his siblings. My heart fluttered. They did say that they could hear a heartbeat, so, Fuck. Me. My thoughts must have been seen though my face, because Kols smile grow to a smirk. Could they really read my mind?

“See you, darling,” Kol said before turning around and started to walk away. My mind started to panic.

“Kol, wait!”

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A second passed by, and then Kols head showed on the door. “Yes?”

My mind went blank, what did I even have to say, why did I want him to stay, fuck I'm fucked. I cleared my throat. “Thanks,” I tried to look surer than I did. “You said that already,” The smile on Kols face made me want to punch him, or kiss..., NO. Fuck, I can’t think that way about him too.

I had nothing to say, and I automatically tensed up to as small as possible. “Sorry,” I whispered and looked at anything else but him. “Hey, you don’t need to be embarrassed, darling,” I looked at him and the smile was gone from his lips. I nodded and feeling myself getting flushed.

“So, what will happen now? To me I mean,” I just needed to change the subject. “I don’t know, what do you want to happen? Do you want to go back there?” I raised my head way to fast to be “chill”, and I'm sure I looked like a kicked puppy.

“Don’t be scared, you think Rebekah would allow you go back there,” Kol said amused clearly at my stupidity. Does Rebekah cares for me? I shook those thoughts out of my head and this time thought my next words out. “So, if I'm not allowed to go back there, what will happen to me? You know, I don’t have the money to live on my own or whatever,”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head with it,” Kol said before he turned around and left me alone.

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After changing to proper clothing on and hyping myself up at least thirty minutes. I got out from the room. I walked down the hallway until I came up to the stairs. I walked down and went to the same dining room; I had been before with the siblings. No one was there, I sighed and went to the kitchen, it was empty too.

I ended up going through the first floor, after that the second. The whole house was empty. Fuck me! These people just leave me alone in their house. I ended up in front of an open door that led into a staircase. Fuck me, they are fucking vampires and I decide to go down a creepy staircase. Fuck me, if I'm going to die here why not this way.

So, I started to walk down the stairs. There weren’t lights on the hallway, but some light shinned behind me. Slowly I ended up at the bottom of the stairs. It was mostly stone covered cellar. But it wasn’t full of jam or other normal stuff that cellars have, it was empty except three coffins. For a moment I wanted to throw up. With unsteady steps I walked closer until the coffins were in front of me. Every coffin had a label. “E.M” “R.M” and “K.M”. “What the fuck...,” I whispered. Elijah, Rebekah and Kol or Klaus, they had said their last name but to be honest I didn’t remember it. If there was a coffin for everyone, why there is only four coffins.

I bit my finger nail and extended my hand to one of the coffins. God, I want to run away. But I fought back. I kneeled down in front of the “E.M” coffin and opened it. It was empty. I let a breath out that I hadn’t realized I was holding. I covered my mouth, closed the coffin and went to the next one, it was empty, then the next, it was empty.

I let all out a sigh. I was ready to throw up and get ready to get kill. My heartbeat finally got slower and I sat down on one of the coffins. Only then I realized I felt light headed. I closed my eyes.

“Hey! You there,”

A loud scream got out of my mouth and I jumped up from the coffin. I backed down. “Who’s there?” I asked, my voice almost shattering. I pressed my hand against my lips. “it’s okay I wasn’t just thinking someone like you would be here,”

“Someone like me?” I had to ask, scared to know the answer. “A human, there is usually no humans who aren’t food in the house,” The mans voice was dry, like hadn’t talked in days. “Why are you here then,” I wanted to know as much as possible until I would run away.

“I’m not in the best terms with the Mikaelsons,” the man let out a dry dead laughter. “But why are you here?” My words little bit more panicked than I liked. “They aren’t the forgiving kind when it comes to family...,” I took a second to think what should I say next. I took a step back to the staircase.

“No! Please don’t leave yet I have been here so long alone,” His words were now begging, and the kind part took over the scared part of me. Fuck I am a fucking idiot. I took few steps forward I couldn’t even see the end of this weird prison, for this dude. “Where are you?” I asked not really wanting to further in the darkness.

It took a moment until he responded. “Just little more left,” I looked distinctively to the left. Like a brick wall broke down, or that at least how it sounded. I was pushed against a wall and from behind me, hands wrapped around my body. And then..., I white lighting pain came up to my neck. I had to scream. I felt my warm blood trickling down to my chest.

All my tries to fight back were useless. God, I'm stupid. This shit hurts so much. I tried to kick him, but his tight hold didn’t let me move an inch. I couldn’t form words, so I ended up mumbling things even, I couldn't understand. So, it didn’t matter if I died from the stabbing, I was going to die from this shit.

But then the pain from my neck was gone, as the harsh hands around me were gone. But a pair of hands were still around me, but they weren’t squishing me to death. I opened my eyes, that I haven’t even realized were closed. I wasn’t on those rough arms, Elijah, was holding me, making sure I wouldn't fall down.

“You just can’t stay away from danger, can you,” His words didn’t sound completely clear, and I pressed myself harder to him. “Don’t worry, you are going to be just fine,” I slight movement made me want to pass out, but before I could drift to sleep something metallic was pressed against my lips. I tried to shook it away.

“Don’t fight now, just drink up,” Elijahs kind words made me open my mouth. The metallic taste transferred into my mouth and the second I swallowed I realized what was happening. I pushed myself away from Elijah. I wobbled when and looked at Elijah, his sleeve has pulled up and his wrist was covered by blood.

I raised my hand to ready to touch my lips.” Don’t,” Elijahs words were commanding and I would be the last one to not to follow his commands. He pulled a hanker chief out of his chest pocket and walked to me. He held my chin up and cleaned his own blood from my lips. Like I was a child who was got doing something wrong. I got hotter with every second his eyes were on my lips. Then he pulled my shirt, exposing my neck that he started to clean, but he didn’t need to look for the wound.
It was now long gone.

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“What were you thinking?” Somehow him questoning my decisions made me feel so much worse than the vampire drinking my blood. Where is that vampire.
I looked around, and there he is. Well, his body, and his heart separate. A lump showed up to my throat. The vampires' heart was few feet away from his limb body.

“Don’t care about it,” Elijah must have realized my disgusted look at the body. It? Did he call the man it? The man really didn’t look like he would have really cared about anything else than blood. Now he was dead, Elijah had killed him, and now the mans heart was out of his body. My throat closed and my breathing gets uneven. “Hey, it’s okay,” Elijah stepped closer to me and I pressed my hand to my chest.

He walked to me and wrapped his arms round me. I pressed my head against his chest and closed my eyes. Somehow his presence brought me back to earth, like I could breathe again. “I apologize, I should have thought more about...,” His words were almost silent. I nodded not wanting to answer to him. “Let’s get you out of here,”

It was like a wind blowing to my face, but when I opened my eyes, the sun was hitting my face. I was standing in one of the many study- living room combos. I pushed myself off of him and I backed down. All my energy went to the fact I didn’t throw up, and I tried to find anything to hold on to. Anything but him.

He understood my discomfort physical and mental, he took my hand and pulled me to one of the couches. I closed my eyes and buried my head to my hands. What the fuck was I thinking. I am a fucking idiot. How could I be this stupid. I should have just stayed out of their business. He kneeled down to my level. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be looking at your stuff,” I whispered. I took a quick glance at him too scared to know how mad he looked.

But there he was looking at me with his warm brown eyes. He didn’t even look angry. “You don’t have any reason to apologize. You were the one who was getting drained,” I could hear a smile from his voice, even without looking at him.

“Why was he there?” I asked and I felt the smile disappearing from his face.

“What did he tell you?”

“He just said that he was in bad terms with you guys. That you aren’t the most forgiving kind,” With every word my voice went quieter and quieter. I took a quick glance at him, scared that he would have that be mad, of the dead mans words. He wasn’t mad, at least he didn’t look like that.

“My family isn’t the most forgiving kind when it comes to the people we care for,”

“Then what did he do?” I knew I was pushing my luck with them. He took a long pause to answer. Picking all his words carefully. Am I a baby?

“He was hurting the people who meant to this family,” Of course, just a clean-cut version. I looked back at him, of course seeing my disbelief to his answer. “I can handle little bit of truth, you know,” A smile bloomed to my lips.

“Says you who isn’t even old enough to drink here,” Somehow, I didn’t think Elijah as the funny kind. I felt myself getting flustered. I know I shouldn’t be getting flustered by an old as fuck vampire. Maybe, attraction is their power. Or maybe they just become ten times hotter when they turned into vampires. Should I consider asking them..., NO! I pressed my lips together; I really don’t have no good come back to him. And of course, he realized it.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t big at following law,” It was Klaus behind leaning to the door frame. And when I turned my head back at Elijah, he was standing way further than he was only few seconds ago.

“I figured it...,” I said to Klaus turning to look at him. A smirk showed itself on Klaus’ face. I turned back to Elijah, whose eyes were glued to the floor. Unconsciously, I started to play with my fingers.

“Elijah, what is going on?” Klaus must have realized the weird air that was surrounding us. “Our guest took a trip to the cellar..., and now no one lives inside the wall anymore,” Elijah didn’t sound like he was regretting pulling the heart out of the mans chest. He almost sounded proud, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Well ten years there is plenty of time down there,” Klaus wasn’t mad and my breathing got easier. The man was there ten years, ten years, did Elijah say inside a wall. “But the question is how he ended dead,” It felt like Klaus was trying to push Elijahs buttons. Elijah took a deep breath.

“Ten years is a long time without food,” I felt the heat coming back to my cheeks. My plan was taking a quick glance at Klaus, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. For a moment I was scared that I would end up dead. And when he snapped out of it, his eyes told all the murders he had planned in the moment. His eyes fell on me.

“Is she okay?”

“You know that I'm still alive,” I had to interrupt before Elijah had time to respond. “Yes, but I also like honesty. You know it, brother,” His smile turned more murderous than I liked. “Yes brother, she is fine,” Elijah said, embarrassed from his brothers words. “Well, you are the one who almost let our guest to die, and you killed a man with fifty-year prison sentence, so I don’t think you can speak,” Klaus said before jumping over the couch and ended up next to me his arm around me.

“Get your hands off of her...,” And for the first time Klaus being in the room, Elijah looked at his brother.

“Or what?”

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“Or what?”

For a moment I thought Elijah was going to rip Klaus’ heart out of chest like he had done before. If murder was just another Tuesday, what meant that brother murder was out of the question, if angry enough of course.

“Niklaus, she has gone through enough, so you dying isn’t the goal here,” Yep, I was right, he had planned a murder, fucking fantastic. An arm unwrapped itself from my shoulder. “I have to apologize, my brother is most of the time very boring,” Klaus whispered to me before moving little bit further away from me. I hummed as a response.

“Y/N,” The sound belonged to Rebekah, she was standing at the door. In her eyes had an almost painful look. I small squeak got out between my lips. She just saying my name made me hotter. I really need to get myself checked.

“Come,” she said, like nothing would make her happier.

I jumped up and went to her side. She pulled me in front on her, the space between us was nonexistent. Our breath mixed together. Her hand pressed against my cheek and started to stroke my cheek. Her eyes wondered all the way, and finally stopped on my eyes.

“Are you okay, sweetheart,” Rebekah whispered. For a moment I forgot her brothers were in the room. I nodded. The womans other hand snaked up on mine and she gave me a small smile.

“Lets get you to your room, okay?” I nodded, it felt like my opinion didn’t even matter, but either way I would have said yes. Rebekahs hold on my hand tightened and she pulled me out of the room. I turned to take a quick look back and both of the brothers were staring at us.

We ended up back to ‘my’ room. “I’m sorry what happened to you. I eavesdropped..., and I saw the body,” A small smile quirked on her lips at the end. And my heart skipped a beat. God, those lips. So soft, all the kind and gentle words she had spoken to me. What they would feel on mine. How would they feel. How would she react, if she felt mine on hers.

“Y/N?” I was brought back to reality by her voice. I had been staring at her lips, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

“Yeah,” I looked her finally to the eyes. The heat around us was taking a tool on me. Maybe I saw wrong but almost I believed that she moved herself closer to me. Our breathes mixed into one like our lips after only seconds later.

Her arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into her. Her lips feel so much better than I imaged. And God, did she know how to kiss. She had no hesitation in her. But she had the softness on her lips like she had when she spoke to me. She was sure of her movements, something I clearly wasn’t.

I raised my hands to her shoulder and let them find their way to the back of Rebekahs neck. She was intoxicated, I didn’t want to let her go, but unfortunately I had to, because the air was not coming to my lungs.

Gently I pulled my lips from hers, making sure that they were lingering on hers as long as possible. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see the look on her face.

It wasn’t like I had kissed her. Well, she didn’t kiss you. We had kissed each other, not that one of us had kissed the other one. Even if we hadn’t talked about it before she felt so sure about it.

“Are you just not going to look at me?” Rebekahs voice had a heavy layer of suppressed laughter in it. I nodded, maybe it was embarrassed or hot flush against my cheeks. Rebekahs hand traveled to under my chin tilting it up. I opened my eyes; her touch was too much to handle on my bare skin not to look.

Her eyes had no bad feel, they had that same kind feel to them. But this time they had a hint of lust, same that must have been in my eyes too. “God, you are so beautiful,” She whispered, like she was telling a secret that was only between us. Something as much between us as our kiss.

“Are you okay?” I directed my eyes to the woman in front of me. The calm kindness had disappeared from her now worried face. I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet. She didn’t seem trusting of my silent answer. I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, just paced out,” I tried to get humorous sound to my voice, failing horribly at least what her face told me.

I smiled trying to comfort her. It really wasn’t helping. Her hands left off of my body and with that I had to do the same. Rebekah took a step back and a small part of me broke. I didn’t want her to regret it, I wasn’t going to at least. Her hand raised to her own lips and I could visibly see her falling in to her thoughts. I should let her think, I mean people aren’t just kissing people that they barely know. Or do vampires do that.

“Fuck...,” I almost missed Rebekahs whisper. Was I the one who had understood the kiss wrong. Had I been the one who came off too strong. Had she even wanted it? But she had been the one who had done the first move, or was it even a move. Had she been just friendly? I bit my lip and I felt my breathing getting harder.

“What is going on here?” We both turned our heads, Kol was standing there, clearly confused by seeing his sister and me standing at ‘my’ rooms way. Both of us quiet and clearly on our own little worlds. “Nothing, Kol, get out,” Rebekah said now angrier than I had never seen before.

Rebekah walked to the door plan of closing it to his brothers face but Kol caught it easily. “Come on, sis, you tell everything to me,” His words drenched in sarcasm.

“One more word, or I will ask Nik to dagger you again,” Kol must have realized that he couldn’t get an answer from his sister. He looked at me, wanting the answer from me. “Y/N, you know you can trust me. Tell me, what is wrong?” I opened my lips ready to say anything, but nothing came out.

A small whine got out of my mouth when something flew across the room. And it landed straight to Kols stomach. A blade, in Kols stomach, blood staining his white shirt. And Rebekah standing close by the windowsill. I took a step closer at Kol, who was pulling the dagger out of his stomach. “So this is that kind of problem,” Kol said and dropped the dagger on the floor.

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“You can’t tell him. He will start to murder people if he finds out,” Rebekah explained to Kol whose eyes were glued on his stomach that was closing back up. What the fuck was going on?

“And I thought my sister was pure. That she would never make Nik mad with her choices of lover ever again. But I think I was wrong,”

Lover? I took a step back not wanting to part of this discussion. “I think I'm going to go...,” I whispered walking to the door, but Kol put his hand to the door frame blocking my way. I looked back at Kol, he had a smile on his face, bur once it wasn’t threating. “Y/N, tell me what happened with my sister?” But this time I couldn’t stop the answer coming between my lips.

What the fuck.

“We kissed,” The words caused my heart starting to flutter. Rebekah sighed and placed her hand to her forehead. “Kol..., I'm going to kill you in the most painful way that I can figure out you little shit,” She said, her eyes closed.

Kol hummed stupid smirk on his face.
“Nik is just going to put you back in the box. I mean when I tell him...,”

“Well then you will be in the box right next to me. We both know it’s best not to be close to Nik when he is in his murdering mood,”

Great... And I will be the one whose body will be left on an alley way. It’s not like I hadn’t been tried to be killed like thrice in a few days.

“So that must mean that we have to make some kind of deal then?” Kol sounded way too smug to have anything good planned. But what can I expect from a fucking vampire.
“No Kol, whatever you have planned out in that sick head of yours the answer is no,” Rebekahs hand reached up to my upper arm pulling me closer just enough to be from Kols reach.

“I wasn’t going to even say stuff like that, you idiot,” Kol rolled his eyes letting a heavy sigh out. I took a quick glance at Rebekah, who crossed her arms over her chest. “Then what are you talking about?”

The mans look turned to me. This couldn’t mean anything good. With Kol it never did. Or at least the encounters I have had with him so far. But with his eyes on me his smile vanished from his face, like he was going to be serious once in his life.
“If you decide that me and my siblings can take care of your assaulter, I want to be the one to kill him,” There was no hesitation in his eyes. I could almost see in his eyes all the plans that he had made. All the violence was there ready to be unleashed. And all I needed to was to say.

I bit my lips just to make sure that the next words were going to be correct.
“I’m not saying yes, but if I'm going to say yes in some point, it’s fine with me,” I directed my eyes to the floor. It was weird to talk about your guardians death, about the fact that who could kill him. Even if he has hurt me, it didn’t erase the guilt I felt. Guilt that it was all my fault.

Smile grew back on Kols face. “Then we have a deal, little human,” He extended his hand and I had no other options than shake it. Had he just called me a ‘little human’ and why did my heart flutter when he said so. But in everyones surprise Kol pulled me closer placing a kiss at the back of my hand. My eyes widened and my cheeks got hot. The smile just grew on Kols lips.

“Get your hands off of her,” For a moment I had forgotten Rebekah standing behind me. Kol let go off of my hand, raising his hands as in defeat. “Hey, lovely Y/N and I are just doing some genuine business. You have no reason to get jealous over that, my dear sister,” Rebekah rolled her eyes while Kol just walked off, like he had no worries in the world.

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Somehow, life in the Mikaelson household was pretty simple when you got into a routine.

Every morning I would wake up to the sun and got up after getting enough motivation for that. Most of the time the whole building would be empty of anyone. I would just get to the kitchen and eat whatever I would find. After that I would change my clothes. (Rebekah had insisted on getting clothes of my own to the building, and I had no choice than saying yes.)

After that I would have few hours left before I had work. I had been I part-timer on my waiters job since I had been 15. And even if the siblings said that I could just quit if I wanted to, I couldn’t I needed some way to repay to them for letting me stay with them until I had enough money to get my own place.

My favorite place of the house had become the same room that I had been drawing with Klaus. I loved to look all of those paintings and drawings that Klaus had done. Sometimes I got the courage to ask Klaus if I could watch while he was painting. He always said yes, and I would simply watch when he painted. Once in a while he would give me something to draw on and I would end up doodling for hours with him.

I learned that he wasn’t a big talker, but I didn’t mind. It was always a good way to relax especially when I felt the pain of the abuse. But none of the siblings ever forced me to talk about my step-father, and in all honesty, I hadn’t talked about to them. Every time when I woke up in terror one of them would be ready to help me calm down. Usually, we would end up in one of the studies having a glass of whiskey.

The deal between me and Kol was silent, mainly because I didn’t decide my abusers fate. Fate that I had on my hands. None of the siblings talked about the decision that I had, but I knew that they wanted the answer..., well they wanted my consent on killing him.

But it wasn’t like I hadn’t any happiness in the house... Once in a while I would wake up Rebekah sitting next to my bed. Her hand would move along my cheek, and smile would find itself on her face.

“Hi..., what are you doing here?” I asked blurry from just waking up.

“You are so pretty...,” She whispered lowering herself on my level and giving me a gentle kiss. And like always she pulled away way too soon for my taste.

“I have some work outside the city, so I need to leave from the city for a while... I just came to see bye...,”

And before I could say anything she was gone, god knows for how long.