chapter three

reminiscence

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JORDANNA SIGHED AS she sauntered downstairs, her phone held to her ear as a scowl formed on her face.

      "Hello? It's Elena ━ "

      "Wrong number, sorry, have a shitty day," Jordanna snapped, rolling her eyes.

        "Jordanna. Look, I know you don't want to talk to me but it's Stefan, okay?"

       "What about, Stef?" Jordanna frowned coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

        "I'm worried about him, Jordanna, I haven't seen or heard from him in a while, he isn't answering my calls and I think he's still upset about me and Damon-"

       "Stef might be missing, can you like not make this about yourself for one second?"

        "Jordanna-"

         "I'll look into it, okay? Now leave me alone." Jordanna said nothing more, only hanging up with a sigh.

         "I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire," Rebekah pouted playfully as Jordanna sauntered into the small study, taking a seat down on the desk.

        Klaus smirked at his sister, "was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot? Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked my helpless pregnant girlfriend, who's carrying my child."

       "Watch your mouth, Nik," Jordanna narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not helpless."

        Rebekah rolled her eyes, sarcasm laced her tone as she spoke. "I am so moved by your new-found sense of fatherly duties towards my best friend carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."

       Jordanna sighed in annoyance, shooting Rebekah a look. "Is that all I am in this, a fucking incubator?" But before Rebekah or Klaus could begin to form a sentence, another voice etched into the conversation.

        "I would really like to know what the plan is," Hayley announced as she joined the three, holding Elijah's journal closely to her chest as she watched the trio.

        "Well, that depends what plan you mean, love. My plan for world domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?" Klaus mocked, a teasing grin on his lips.

        Rebekah smiled dryly before picking up a pencil, throwing it in Klaus' direction. Klaus easily caught it with a smug expression on his face.

        Jordanna snorted as the siblings stared one another down.

        Hayley sighed loudly, looking over at the three with raised eyebrows as they turned their attention back to the werewolf. "The plan to rescue, Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who now is in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?"

         "It wasn't the back, Hales, it was the front, but you get the idea . . . " Jordanna mumbled.

       Klaus smirked in Jordanna's direction. "She's right. In the front if we're being specific."

        "You three said that you would get him back. So, is there a plan or what?"

         "Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy, he's my friend ━ albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless," Klaus grinned. "And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust."

        "Just a normal day in the Mikaelson household," Jordanna raised her eyebrows with a grim smile.

         Klaus smirked as he took a seat behind the desk where the witch was sitting.

        "If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would've weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly," Klaus gestured towards Rebekah. "Sister, please."

        "And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back."

        Hayley's eyes widened, "that's . . . that's not the whole plan is it?"

       Rebekah scoffed as Jordanna snorted at the werewolf's expression. "Please! Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical."

        "And that's only the plan A, love," Klaus smirked mischievously. "There's always a plan B."

       "And what's plan B?" Hayley asked nervously.

        "War," Klaus smirked, kicking his feet up on the desk.

       Jordanna grinned, "ohh! I love a little bit of a war, don't you Hales?"

"Not really, no."

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        "Look, I know, you and Klaus are friends, but the fact is, since the originals showed up- " Jordanna heard Thierry speak as she and Klaus made their way into the room.

       Yeah, I know. She's out.

       Klaus allowed it this one time seeing as she'd be with him and they'd only be visiting Marcel who seemed to want her no harm. Meaning . . . he was perfectly fine with dragging her around New Orleans all day to ruin the lives of those who opposed him.

        "Damn, Marcey," Jordanna whistled. "You look good."

        Marcel grinned at the witch, sending her a brisk wink at her comment.

        "Oh, come on now, Thierry," Klaus' tone was relaxed as he spoke. "You're not still upset about that little, toxic werewolf bite I gave you, are you? I thought we were at bygones."

        "I see you've given him free rein of your compound now, too," Thierry glanced at Marcel in annoyance.

        "Well, seeing as my family and I lived here, built the place, in fact-"

        "Ignore him, Thierry," Jordanna patted Klaus' chest mockingly. "He's in a mood."

        Klaus rolled his eyes.

        Marcel nodded, "all right. Come on, you two know the drill. Thierry's my guy, inner circle. Klaus is my old time friend and sire. J is my former best friends kid. They're also guests here. Peace, all right? All right. What you need, my brother?"

        Klaus sighed, "I'm afraid my sister, Rebekah, is insisting I demand Elijah's return. She's quite worked up about it."

        Marcel snorted, "I'll say."

         Thierry scoffed, "we're not gonna' have three originals walking around town, are we? Half our guys think the sister killed the nightwalkers."

        "Did he just accuse Rebekah, Nik?" Jordanna raised her eyebrows, turning to the man besides her.

        "Oh, he did," Klaus narrowed his eyes.

         "Yikes," Jordanna mumbled.

        "Is that an accusation against an original?" Klaus glared at Thierry. Jordanna sighed mockingly in amusement sharing a look with Marcel, who didn't seem as pleased as Jordanna.

        Thierry shrugged, "eh."

         Klaus stormed towards Thierry, the two getting in one another's face.

        Jordanna rolled her eyes, men.

         Marcel intervened before anything got violent just as Jordanna grabbed Klaus' arm and pulled him back into her with a scowl.

        Marcel looked towards Thierry. "What did I say about peace?" He then turned to Klaus. "Come on, walk with me."

         Klaus smiled smugly at Thierry as Marcel guided him out of the room, Klaus swung his arm over Jordanna's shoulder as he followed after the younger vampire.

        "Your inner circle man lacks a sense of humour," Klaus spoke boredly.

        "Yeah," Jordanna hummed. "I don't like his hat either."

         Marcel snorted, "he's a little overprotective, but loyal to a fault. I saved his life back in the forties, found him dying of a war outside a VA hospital. He'd kill for me and die for me. Plus, that boy can play the trumpet like you would not believe. Maybe I'll see if he can play a little tonight at the party. You're both coming, right?"

        "Yes-"

        "Such a shame Jordanna's busy this evening," Klaus smiled tightly, shooting her a pointed look as he stared down at her. "I, however, will be there. How can I miss my chance to meet the city councilman as he accepts your gigantic charitable donation?"

        Marcel laughed. "Oh, he's a schmuck, but he lets us do our thing in exchange for certain community services, like, keeping our fangs out of the locals. Listen about your brother-"

        "Marcel, sweetheart," Jordanna spoke condescendingly. "If you don't give me 'Lijah back, I will turn one of your boys into a coat and force you to wear it."

        Marcel smiled apologetically, "sorry, J, but Thierry is right. My guys are on edge. They see The Original family's moving in, vampires dying? It makes them nervous. If I hand Elijah back now, it might give the wrong impression about who's really in charge here. You know what I mean?"

        Klaus clenched his jaw discreetly as Jordanna visibly pursed her lips in annoyance, glaring at the bald man. "You understand we had to ask," Klaus smiled falsely.

         "Guess you'll be getting a new coat soon, Marcey."

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        "Josh, do you want any help?" Jordanna grimaced as she watched the boy, poorly, stab the strung up vampire.

         "Uh ━ please," Josh sighed, handing Jordanna the pitch fork.

         Jordanna had met Josh when he arrived at the house, earlier that day. He was a sweetheart, a nervous, nervous boy, which made him absolutely adorable. Granted, he was older than her, but not by much.

       "I ordered you to drain him of blood," Klaus spoke as he made his way over to the two, who stood speaking rather than inflicting pain on the strung up vampire. "If you could stop chit chatting, that'd be great."

        "Eat my ass, Klaus," Jordanna sang, driving the pitch fork into the vampire with a huff. Pulling it out she repeated the action before impaling it again with more force.

        Josh swallowed nervously as he looked between the couple. "What did he do to you, anyway?"

        "It's not about what he did. It's about what he's going to do when we're done here, which is whatever I want him to, just like you. For example," Klaus began compelling the young vampire. "Drive this through his torso."

       The original snatched the pitch fork from the witch's hands before he handed it to the vampire. Josh immediately did as he was compelled to do and drove the pitch fork through the vampire's torso ━ a horrified look on his face at his actions.

         "Klaus, leave the poor boy alone," Jordanna sighed at the fear stricken look on Josh's face.

        "Most certainly not," Klaus mused with a smirk. "I'm having too much fun."

        "That is crazy," Josh's eyes widened. "I didn't want to do it, but I did it anyway."

        "It's called mind compulsion, vampires can compel humans. Originals, like my siblings and I, can also compel vampires, and no one can compel Originals," Klaus spoke smugly. "You following?"

       Josh nodded frantically, looking over at the witch who sent him a small, comforting smile.

       "Good. That is how a brand-new nightwalker, such as yourself, is here doing my bidding with no one the wiser."

         Josh frowned. "But I never had my guts drained out of me."

    "Yes. That, young Joshua, is because I got to you before you even had a drop of herbal vervain in your system. You see, it prevents compulsion, Marcel has had his whole crew taking it since I returned to town, and that is why our friend here needs to be bled dry of it, so I can compel him to follow my every command. And with my brother currently in captivity awaiting rescue, we can't afford to be gentle about it, can we?"

    Jordanna grinned menacingly at Josh's expression before she snatched the pitchfork from his hands, ramming it back through the vampire's torso, roughly twisting it causing a mass of more blood to spill.

・❥・

Jordanna stood aside as she watched Klaus pull the pitchfork from the vampire's abdomen and hand it to Josh.

"Be quick about it. I have an army to build, and one compelled minion does not make an army." Klaus walked off, coming to a stand besides Jordanna as his phone began buzzing before he placed the call on speaker as he answered.

"Well?"

"You were right about the traitor. Luckily, she's just a kid and she doesn't know anything about us and what we're up to. Do you want to hear the part that's gonna' please you the most?"

Klaus smiled cheekily. "Oh? Do tell."

"She's in love with someone in Marcel's inner circle," Rebekah smiled down the phone. "Guess who it is?"

Jordanna and Klaus shared an amused look. "Does he just so happen to wear ugly little hats?" Jordanna teased.

Rebekah chuckled lightly, "two points for you, J. Thierry is fraternizing with the enemy."

Klaus hummed. "Well, that means he just unwittingly became the key to our entire plan."

"I told you you'd be pleased," Rebekah's smile grew.

"Oh, to be young and in love in a city where witches and vampires are at war," Klaus smirked. "How very tragic."

Jordanna smiled coyly, turning to face Josh as she helped him impale the strung up vampire as Klaus finished his call.

After a few minutes or so of that, Jordanna returned to Klaus' side. A smile grew on her lips as the Mikaelson wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Doesn't that remind you us?" Jordanna's tongue met the corner of her lips as she looked up at the original.

"Hm?" Klaus questioned in a daze as he, too, stared down at her.

"A vampire and a witch?" Her eyes grew humoured. "How scandalous."

"How scandalous, indeed," Klaus teased, his lips pulling into a cocky smirk before he leant down and pressed his lips to hers.

His tongue parted her lips as her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair. Their chests touching as Klaus grasped her hips, pulling her closer to him. A half sigh, half groan escaped Jordanna's lips as Klaus' fingers dug into her skin.

The kiss was so gentle, yet hungry as their bodies clashed together. She kissed him back desperately as she forgot her surroundings ━ kissing Klaus felt surreal, the second his lips pressed against hers its as though she forgot herself, forgot where she was . . .

Which was the cellar of the temporary Mikaelson household with a newbie vampire.

Josh. Josh. Josh.

Awks.

Speaking of, the newbie vampire cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm just gonna ━," Josh pointed upstairs uncomfortably. "Yeah."

Jordanna choked out a laugh as she pulled away from the hybrid, leaning her head against his chest with a twinkle in her eyes and a sly smirk on her pink, swollen lips. Klaus shot the vampire an annoyed look as he scurried past them and made his way upstairs.

"Sorry, Joshy!"

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"Are you out of your mind?" Sophie asked, her eyes ferociously darting between the trio. "No way!"

"It's very simple," Rebekah plopped down into a chair as Jordanna joined her, sitting on the armrest, a grimoire in her hand as she flipped through the pages, in search of how to turn someone into a coat. "We need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother."

Sophie scoffed. "Witches who practice magic in town get caught, and then they get killed."

Jordanna snorted, ha. Not her, Marcel actually likes her so unlike the other witches in this town she can do magic without dying.

Though, unfortunately for her she has to do shitty, small spells to avoid hers and her child's apparent death.

Shame.

"We're not stupid, Sophie," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "We know what happens to you and your little cult if you perform magic."

"Yes, about that," Klaus began, leaning forward as he faced the witch. "It seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal ━ Marcel's secret weapon. The way he knows when a witch is using magic . . . "

"Girl about yay high, cute as a button, anger issues?" Rebekah chimed in.

"Davina?" Sophie breathed out in shock. "Where have you seen her?"

"I don't know. The little brat erased my memory right after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind," Rebekah retorted bitterly.

"I love doing that," Jordanna breathed out in fascination.

"What?" Rebekah questioned in puzzlement, looking up at the witch.

"Throwing people about with my mind," she missed that. Being able to do magic like that ━ now she had to do shitty stuff like ripping peoples hearts out. Boringg. "Remember when I threw doppelbitch out of Stef's house, fun times."

Rebekah grinned, "definitely one of my favourite moments."

Klaus rolled his eyes at the two before turning back to Sophie, "let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina way from Marcel. Ergo, we need magic."

"You have a witch right there," Sophie pointed at Jordanna. "Get her to do it, leave me out of it."

"You're getting on my fucking nerves, Sophie," Jordanna gritted her teeth. "You were the one who told me I can't do fucking magic in the first place and now you're asking me to do it?"

"I'm afraid Jordanna cannot participate," Klaus smiled bitterly. "Like you said, she and the baby could get hurt and I'd very much prefer her staying here and not winding up dead. Besides, we can't have Marcel tracing the magic back to us, can we?"

Sophie sighed, "Davina would sense it."

"Unless, of course, another witch ━ say, a traitor to the cause, Katie for example, was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time," Rebekah grinned. "That would create a small smokescreen, concealing your very small spell from Davina."

"Katie doesn't deserve to die," Sophie argued.

Klaus angrily slammed his down onto the table, rising to his feet as he stared down at the witch.

"Sophie Deveraux! You're in no position to be so principled," Klaus gritted out harshly as he made his way towards her, taking a seat on the table in front of her. "You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be. How many times have the vampires been one step ahead, known something they shouldn't? Your sister, executed in the public square for practicing magic ━ who knew she'd be caught? Did she even attempt to flee?"

"She was caught hiding in a cargo hold of a freighter before it set sail down the Mississippi," Sophie answered quietly.

"And who, pray tell, of Marcel's valued inner circle manages his business at the docks?" Klaus smirked.

Sophie sighed, "Katie's boyfriend, Thierry."

Jordanna grinned, it was a beautiful feeling when everything went her way. This was her plan of course, the other two, ( obviously too stupid to even think of anything ) had been amazed when the plan had slipped Jordanna's lips.

Always the smart one.

The witch turned to the blonde that sat beside her, her smile growing by the second.

"Ready to go visit blondie?"

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Rebekah and Jordanna sat at the bar in Rousseau's, the blonde sat talking to the bartender, Camille, while Jordanna glared holes into her skull.

"And so then, I moved back here to be closer to my brothers because, let's face it, family's important. Right, Camille?" Rebekah put on a friendly voice with a large fake smile.

"Cami," the blonde corrected with a smile, nervously looking in Jordanna's direction. "I have to change this name tag ━ drunk guys keep hitting on me in French."

"How fun," Jordanna spoke dryly, taking a sip of her drink. Rebekah bit back a smile as she elbowed her best friend.

"Stop," Rebekah whispered as Cami turned back to serve another customer.

Jordanna shrugged innocently, "she's awfully vanilla."

"You can bitch later, we need to get this done before tonight," Rebekah pulled a face, a smile slipped back onto her lips as Camille returned.

"You sure you haven't been in here before? Your face looks so familiar," Cami spoke, looking solely at Rebekah.

"She's just got one of those faces," Jordanna smiled sweetly.

"You must have seen me out and about. Aren't you dating Marcel Gerard?" Rebekah changed the topic. "He's a pal of mine . . . " Jordanna shot her a pointed look. "Sort of. I heard he had a crush on the blonde bartender at Rousseau's."

"I would hardly call it dating, he's wooing me. Sort of," Cami shrugged with a sigh. "I don't know. He's very charming, which probably means I should run for the hill."

Jordanna raised her glass in agreement.

"I'm kind of in an on-again, off-again thing myself at the moment," Rebekah told the bartender.

"Those are the worst, aren't they?" Cami sent her a knowing look. "The ones you can't shake, even though you know better, and you always know better."

Rebekah smiled widely, "I like you, Cami. Most girls have the unfortunate tendency of being whiny little twits."

Jordanna snorted, Elena Gilbert.

"Hey, I'm supposed to go to this posh charity thing thrown by this philanthropist tonight. He's a bit of a Gatsby, throws a mean party. Any interest?"

"You should come, it'll be fun," Jordanna smiled falsely, Cami turned to her in surprise at the sudden change of attitude. She didn't understand how the girl went from looking like she wanted her dead to smiling like a psychopathic Cheshire cat.

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        "Klaus is not going to be happy with you," Hayley sang through the phone as Jordanna stood outside the doors of the Abattoir, leading to the Masquerade Gala.

        "He doesn't own me," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "He can't tell me what to do."

        "Jords," Hayley warned. "He just wants you to be safe."

        Jordanna scoffed, "fuck that, that's boring. I want to go out, not stay in the house all day long and besides I look too good to be trapped inside for years on end."

        Hayley sighed down the phone, "whatever. Have fun. No drinking, no smoking and no hurting people."

         "Not even a little blonde waitress?" Jordanna teased.

         "Especially her, you can't hurt her, Marcel would kill you, besides you have no reason to."

        True.

        But she was bored.

        And Camille looked at Klaus oddly, she didn't like it.

       It wasn't like Jordanna assumed her blind or anything, she knew others found Klaus attractive ( I mean, look at him! ) but that didn't mean she wanted a front row seat of Camille oogling at him whenever she was near him. 

    The other night, after they had all calmed down, Jordanna had forced Klaus to allow them to leave the house, sadly, Hayley couldn't join them as the vampires would smell the werewolf in her the second she entered the Quarter, and so, Rebekah, Jordanna and Klaus went to Rousseau's for a drink, ( Jordanna, of course, ventured for food ), and when Klaus went to the bar to get his and Rebekah's drinks, Jordanna had an eye painted on Camille, watching as she'd flush whenever Klaus was his charming, enticing self.

        "Goodbye, Hayley," Jordanna hummed before hanging up.

        "Is he the infamous on-again, off-again?" Cami eyed Klaus from the inside of the Abattoir. Rebekah, Klaus and Cami stood talking, the hybrid was unknown to the raven-haired witch making her way into the building, a coat held nimbly in her hand, her eyebrows raised as she spotted Camille staring at Klaus before Diego pulled the witch aside ━ making small talk as he subtly checked her out.

       Jordanna rose her eyebrows as she stared at the young vampire in front of her. If she was being honest Diego wasn't all that bad looking. "Can I help you?" She asked him upon his abrupt appearance.

     "Marcel said you wasn't comin'." He told her, failing to make his wandering eyes subtle. 

    "Yeah, well, as you can see, I'm here." She smiled sweetly, moving to push past him before he spoke up once again.

       "You know, I've heard about you, you're not as scary as you seem," he rose an amused brow when she looked mildly offended.

    Jordanna clicked her tongue, glossy lips pulling into a sweet, yet menacing, smile. "Maybe I'll be even scarier when I'm ripping your heart from your still, quivering body."

        A laugh boomed from Diego's chest, large grin pulled at his lips at her attitude. He shook his head. "Nah, I'm intimidated, not scared."

      Jordanna pursed her lips. "Why're you talking to me? You don't even like witches."

        "Yeah, well, Marcel likes you and I trust his judgement . . .  plus you're hot." He smiled largely.

          Jordanna laughed at his boldness, shaking her head before she turned. "Goodbye Diego. Oh, be a doll and give this to Marcel for me." She said as she handed him the jacket held in her hand along with a crumbled piece of paper with scribbles and symbols written on it. "Tell Marcel when I make a threat, I mean it. That might be the reverse spell, it might be a spell to turn Havier into a pigeon, who knows."

       Diego's brows pinched together at the mention of Havier, Havier was one of the vampires in Marcel's inner circle, however, no one had seen him since earlier that morning, he hadn't shown for the party . . . I guess they knew where he was now.

        A smirk pulled at Jordanna's lips as she turned, gouging Diego's reaction to her words. The spell she had given him wasn't one to reverse the spell . . . but they'd soon find that out.

        Back over in the middle of the dancefloor, Cami, Rebekah and Klaus stood, continuing their conversation. "He's the brother actually," Klaus corrected, with a polite smile.

         "You clean up pretty well," Cami smiled coyly in turn Rebekah narrowed her eyes.

         The blonde turned to her brother with a pointed look, "I'm sure JJ would agree."

        Klaus' eyebrows pulled together in confusion before he turned back to the bartender. "Don't be fooled, love. I'm the devil in disguise."

        "You two chit-chat," Rebekah sighed, rolling her eyes. "I need booze."

         Jordanna stood watching with narrowed eyes, a glass of scotch held in her hand that a waiter had handed her without so much as a care in the world when she protested against the drink.

        "I can't tell if you look more murderous or bored," Marcel announced, coming to a stop besides her with a smile as he followed her gaze to the Mikaelson and Camille.

         "How do you know I look murderous? I'm just watching them, Marcey," Jordanna turned to him with a small smirk.

         "I remember your mom brought you here one time after school, you beat up a kid, cause' they cut your hair and you had this look on your face," Marcel pointed at her. "Exactly that look."

        Jordanna rolled her eyes at the memory before shrugging. She didn't exactly remember Marcel, per say, but she had a vivid memory of this guy that her mom always brought her to see whenever they visited New Orleans.

        "Well, to answer your question, both," she taunted.

        "Why're you here alone? I thought you and Klaus were together . . . "

        "Bex invited me," she shrugged. "Plus it's Nik. He pissed me off and now he's flirting with blondie over there."

        "Jealous are we?" Marcel teased with a grin.

         "Shut the fuck up, my dick is bigger than yours, you look like you're about to cry, you can't tell me that that doesn't bother you."

        Marcel looked over to where the witch was glaring at, turning he found Cami and Klaus laughing, the blonde put her hand on his arm slyly as Klaus' eyes widened, subtly backing away.

        "You like her, don't you?" Jordanna smirked.

         "Yeah," Marcel breathed out.

        "You have a type," the witch teased, looking over at Rebekah who had made her way to the bar at the other side of the room. "Go talk to her," she insisted.

        Marcel cast a glance in Rebekah's direction before he looked back at Jordanna with a sigh, just as he went to move, he stopped himself and narrowed his eyes down at the witch. "Oh, and don't think that little stunt you pulled with Havier is okay-"

        "Give me Elijah and we'll call it even, unless you want a whole wardrobe full of your men."

         At the other side of the room, Klaus' eyes boredly skimmed the crowd around him as the blonde next to him chatted away before he caught sight of someone he specifically told to stay home.

         Her back was facing him as she chatted away with Marcel, his eyes travelled from her ass to her eyes as she spun around, even from the distance between them it felt as though they were only the two in the room.

        Jordanna, however, grinned her fucking tits off at his face ━ how his expression had went from appreciation to rage in 0.2 seconds flat.

         His jaw clenched at her smile, he turned to the side for a moment as he picked up his glass before turning back to the witch ━ who was nowhere to be seen.

        "The guy of hers Rebekah was talking about . . . " Cami trailed off as she watched Marcel approach Rebekah, the blonde smirking slyly in their direction. "I'm sensing that would be, Marcel."

        "I wouldn't worry about it. Ancient history," Klaus offered a polite smile.

        "I'm beginning to think your sister is a bit of a bitch," Cami deadpanned.

       Klaus laughed lightly before being cut off to the sound of the sweet voice that made his dead heart beat. "Watch your mouth, Camille. Bex is my best friend," Jordanna narrowed her eyes, Klaus sighed.

         There was that lovely voice he adored so much, her threating tone merely turned him on.

        Can you blame him?

        "Jordanna," Cami gulped, smiling shyly.

         "Camille," Jordanna smiled falsely, wrapping an arm around Klaus', the blondes eyes fell onto the witches hand placement and froze.

        Oh god, had she been flirting with a taken man?

        Idiot.

       "Now if you don't mind," Jordanna gritted out, a smile still plastered on her face. Though the blonde stood frozen in shock. "Could you like not be here right now?" Jordanna snapped.

         Her tone snapped Cami out of her daze. Klaus offered a small smile. "Excuse us." He spoke before pulling the witch away.

         Klaus had dragged her away to the near entrance of the Abattoir, the witch's back rested against a pillar as she stared up at him with raised eyebrows and an expectant look on her face.

        "Why are you here and not back at home? You know how dangerous it is," Klaus scolded, looking down at her.

       Jordanna rolled her eyes, "chill. I sorted it."

         Before coming to the party the witch had obviously placed a temporary silencing spell on the baby, did he think she was stupid?

       Klaus stared at her in irritation. Jordanna scoffed, "didn't mean to interrupt your time with, blondie."

         Klaus rolled his eyes lightly before cupping her face in his hands, "Jordanna, sweetheart. You told me if I wanted this to work I have to try. This is me trying, getting a safer home for you and our child so we can raise it together as a family. But I can't do that with you here, I have to know you're safe, please."

        Jordanna sighed, the pleading tone in his voice totally got to her. "Alright."

        Klaus visibly relaxed, "thank you."

        He placed a brisk kiss on her temple before making his way back into the party.

         "Fuck's sake."

・❥・

        A little while later Jordanna had made her way to the cemetery, Rebekah had demanded her company and what Klaus doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

         Besides she's with Rebekah.

         "How the bloody Hell did you get here so fast?" Rebekah breathed out in shock as she and Jordanna made their way down to Sophie at the mausoleum.

          "Stole a car, duh," Jordanna grinned.

         Rebekah stared at her with raised eyebrows. "What a wonderful story to tell your child one day."

         Jordanna scoffed playfully, "I don't have your superspeed, Bex. It had to be done."

          "Finally," Sophie breathed out upon seeing the original before her eyes widened as Jordanna appeared next to her. "What's she doing here?"

         "She is here to help," Jordanna rolled her eyes.

         "You can't do magic-"

         "Incorrect. I can do small spells, like a locator spell and you need my help," Jordanna butted in with a smirk.

             "I don't need your help." The older girl grumbled.

          "Incorrect again," Jordanna tilted her head, an amused look on her face. "I'm a better witch than you, Soph."

         "You're doing the right thing," Rebekah encouraged as Sophie caved, kneeling down the witch sat besides Jordanna who also was on her knees  ━ her shoes disregarded somewhere besides Rebekah. "It's the only way to find Elijah."

         "I'm doing what I have to do," Sophie closed her eyes.

          "Whatever, let's get on with it," Jordanna closed her own eyes before she and Sophie began chanting.

           The two witches continued the chants as the black sand moved sluggishly across the map.

          "Hurry," Rebekah urged, anxiety rolling off of her.

         Jordanna raised her hand, shooting the blonde a middle finger as she concentrated  ━ the surge of magic flowing through her was something else.

         "Something's wrong," Sophie opened her eyes, she and Jordanna stopped the spell as they looked down at the black sand splattered across the map. "We can keep going."

         "You can't, she'll sense it," Rebekah shook her head rapidly.

         "No, I can find Davina," Sophie began preparing to start again. "I just need another moment."

          "Are you stupid?" Jordanna smacked Sophie's hand as she reached down to the map, Rebekah hurriedly grabbed the map and threw it aside so the spell couldn't continue. "I don't feel like dying you bitch."

         "You may be willing to die to get your witch back, but Jordanna and the baby will die with you. We won't ever forgive ourselves, rescuing him will be for nothing," Rebekah took a breath. "It's over. We failed."

        "Fanculo la mia vita."

・❥・

        Rebekah and Jordanna sat idly at the piano in the parlour, the blonde lazily playing notes as Klaus entered.

         "Well, tonight was an epic failure," Rebekah sat up, looking over at her brother.

         "On the contrary, sister," Klaus' voice was smug as he spoke. "Tonight was a masterpiece."

         "Are you mad?" Rebekah asked harshly. "Katie died before the spell was completed."

         Klaus nodded his head. "Oh, I'm well aware. I killed Katie."

          Jordanna's hand smacked her head.

         "You what?" Rebekah asked, appalled.

          "Great job. Well done, Nik," Jordanna smiled sarcastically earning an eyeroll from the Mikaelson.

         "There's no way our little suicide witch wasn't gonna try and take out Marcel with her. I saved his life, and in doing so, I now have him exactly where I want him."

        "Sophie trusted you, I trusted you against my all better instincts," Rebekah snapped.

         "Wake up, Rebekah. The witches are on no one's side but their own. This girl, Davina? That's all they want, and when they have her, what do you think happens then, a truce?" Klaus spoke calmly as he began pouring two glasses of scotch. "Of course not. They will use Davina's power against all of us."

        "Even if you're right, the plan was to find Elijah, and you've failed us."

         "You're so fucking stressful," Jordanna pulled at her hair. "I'll rip your ears off and feed them to you if you don't bring 'Lijah home."

         Klaus rolled his eyes, handing a glass to his sister. "You always did lack faith. By protecting Marcel, I've cemented his trust, so much so that he's agreed to return Elijah to us. And when the time is right, when he has told me everything I need to know about Davina, I will have her for myself."

          "Cause that doesn't sound dodgy at all," Jordanna retorted sarcastically.

        "I have all the faith in the world that you'll get what you want, Nik. You always do, no matter what is costs the rest of us. You disgust me." The blonde spat, taking a sip of her drink before she set it down onto the piano, turning to leave the room.

        "And you?" Klaus looked over at the witch who sat on the bench in front of the piano, fiddling with Klaus' necklace between her fingers.

         "And me, what?" Jordanna raised her eyebrows, coming to a stand, striding across the room to the hybrid.

        "Do I disgust you?" He rose his eyebrows, taking a sip of his bourbon as he hid his hurt behind an emotionless look at his sister's words. 

        Jordanna scoffed. "Yeah, definitely, you make me sick just looking at you. She's upset about Elijah, okay? She didn't mean it."

         "She did."

        Maybe.

        "Whatever," Jordanna dismissively waved a hand.  "You're doing your best, might be a weird fucking way, but your best nonetheless, you're trying to get 'Lijah back and a better home for all of us. You're doing good, Nik, that's all that matters to me."

         Klaus smiled, god he loved her. He loved her so much it physically hurt him.

         Klaus jerked slightly as her hand reached up to his jaw, her fingers slid over the slight stubble tracing down his jawline. "You know, I never got to tell you how much I love you in a suit," her eyes swept down the all black suit Klaus had been wearing for the gala ━ uncoincidentally  matching Jordanna's black dress that the blonde Mikaelson had picked out for her.

         Klaus' laugh vibrated down her hand as her thumb rubbed over his bottom lip. "And I never got to tell you how stunning you look in that dress."

         "Well, you can tell me now then," she smirked lightly, faces merely inches apart.

         "You look stunning in that dress, sweetheart," Klaus hummed, eyes on her lips.

         "I know," she grinned before his mouth came crashing into hers.

        Slipping his tongue between her lips he shoved a hand in her hair, which had already been taken out from the Gala and was now loose. His fingers threaded through the locks, roughly pulling on her scalp as his hand landed on her hip, yanking her closer to him.

        "Bloody hell," Klaus strangled out a groan as her hips grinded against him.

        "Problem?" Jordanna tore her lips from him as his fingers dug into her hips.

        "Not at all," his mouth found her neck, Jordanna placed her hands on his chest as he sucked on her neck.

        Klaus kissed his way up throat and back up to her lips, capturing her in a kiss that made her see stars.

        Oh, lord.

        A gasp fell from her lips ━ which was muffled by Klaus' mouth as her back hit the piano before she suddenly wasn't on her feet anymore, he had lifted her up on the piano. The flimsy material of her dress caught between his fingers as he slowly dragged it up her legs, his free hand moving so damn slowly up her leg, his fingers swept her thighs before he parted them in one quick motion.

        Jordanna peered down at him as he sunk to his knees.

        Klaus on his knees for her . . . one of her favourite sights.

        A smirk on his lips as he hooked his fingers over the waist band of her thong and pulled them down her legs. Jordanna held her breath as he slid closer to her, pressing his mouth directly on her clit.

        "Jesus," the witch muttered, looking up at the ceiling, grabbing the edge of the piano to steady herself. A jolt of pleasure fluttered through her as his tongue darted out. One torturous lick after another, and he did it again and again.

         And again.

        The sweetest kisses. Smalls licks. Her hand reached out to his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue teased her with small little thrusts. His lips wrapped around her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out, rocking her hips with each wave of pleasure.

        Her head shot up as his mouth and fingers abruptly disappeared, rising to his feet the Mikaelson stepped into the opening of her legs, bending down to kiss her, his hands grabbing at her thighs as he pulled her to him.

         Her hands moved between them, fumbling with his belt, unbuckling it before she unzipped his suit trousers. A breathy moan left his lips as she reached down and grasped his dick in her hands.

        Klaus' forehead dropped down onto her shoulder as she tightened her grip around him, thumbing the head of his dick. A groan fell from his lips as she stroked his shaft, rubbing the head with each upstroke. His head twisted, lips finding her neck as she quickened the pace.

         Her head tilted, giving him more access to her jugular as she gave him another leisurely stoke before she pulled her hands from his trousers. Klaus couldn't look away from her. The witch had him hypnotized.

        His hands wound around her waist as he pulled the back strings of her dress to reveal her breasts. He bent his head and captured one nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to draw a breathy moan from her throat. He flicked his tongue over the rigid bud before moving to the other one.

        Pulling away he positioned his dick between her legs, rubbing the head of his dick against her, her hands gripped onto his shoulders for stability as he was completely inside of her. A groan left her lips as he thrusted in her, her muscles tight as he pushed in and out of her. Despite the witch's grumbling he kept it slow, working another inch into her, again and again.

        He shoved his hand between her legs and pressed his thumb directly over her clit.

        Earning a gasp so loud that left him grinning.

        He leaned in and kissed her neck, teasing her with his tongue. Moving up along her neck he nipped her jaw, continuing to flick her clit. Every muscle in his body strained as he watched her fall apart in his arms, the sound of her screaming his name muffled against his shoulder.

        He drew lazy circles over her clit, watching her face as he teased the swollen bud. Jordanna's eyes fluttered shut as he grasped her chin with his free hand. Her toes curled as he shifted in place, hitting a different place as he shoved his tongue down her throat, pulling her into a hungry kiss.

         Her body filled with euphoria as she rocked her hips against his. He thrusted against her with so much force it knocked off the glass of bourbon he had given his sister earlier, the only sound in the room being the breathy pants and moans and the glass shattering against the floor.

        He slammed into her hard, groaning as her legs shook in pleasure as she came down from her high. Four more hard thrusts before they became sloppy, thrusting inside her deeply one last time before he withdrew from her.

        Jordanna's chest heaved up and down as the hybrid let out a deep breath, his head falling down onto her chest as she placed her hands in his hair. His hand reached down as he zipped up his suit trousers before he straightened out her dress.

         "Fucking hell," Jordanna breathed out, earning a hoarse laugh from the Mikaelson.

・❥・

        In the study Hayley sat at the desk, boredly looking around the room as a giggling couple paused at the doorway, the brunette looked up to find Klaus stood besides Jordanna with his arm around her neck as her shoes dangled in her hands.

        "I thought you might like to know, Elijah is returning to us," Klaus said as he pulled Jordanna into the study with him.

        "Congratulations. I guess being diabolical has its perks," Hayley offered a small smile.

        Klaus glanced around the room, his eyes falling onto Elijah's journals that were scattered across the desk. "You hardly know him, and yet you miss him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration?"

         "Maybe it's his good looks?" Jordanna taunted slyly, teasingly looking up at The Original who glowered at her. "I mean, your entire family is just . . . wow."

         "He was kind to me," Hayley hesitated as Klaus glared at the witch.

         "How sweet," Jordanna teased earning an eye roll from the werewolf. "Anyway, we've got things to do . . . night."

        Hayley snorted before a soft smile formed on her lips. "Goodnight, Jords."

{an} I hate the word lick

Cami and jj as friends or nahhh

goodbye

(edited 10/03/22)