chapter twenty eight

martin

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mystic falls, virginia — december, 2009
(flashback)

      JORDANNA KNEW SOMETHING was off the second she stepped into the house, it felt different. Weird.

     She did her best to ignore the eerie feel of the house as she dropped her bag to the ground. Kicking her heels off she swiftly moved into the kitchen, eyes assessing every angle from where she stood.

     Her house wasn't the biggest, granted she was young and living alone, meaning as she stood by her kitchen island she could see the living room and hallway from her place, but what she couldn't see was the backdoor behind her, slightly ajar.

      She was grateful that she had her own house though. No one to bother her with millions of questions when she would disappear for a week or two, she liked that the most.

     But the best part about it? When someone was dumb enough to break in she didn't care what broke—after all, she could just easily replace it before Liz or anyone asked questions.

     Elizabeth Forbes was an angel in disguise for Jordanna. Way back when, Liz wanted to adopt the young Jones witch. She had two options and neither of them seemed appealing to her so Liz offered, but Jordanna declined.

     She didn't want to steal Liz from Caroline when she was already barely there for her, so they made a deal . . . Liz got to sign the papers of being Jordanna Jones' official guardian but she switched between households ( as she was still very young at the time ).

      . . . It went like this: Visit Gloria in Chicago, then back to Mystic Falls, jumping between households—the Forbes', to the Bennett's, to the Gilbert's.

      But when she finally got older, she wanted a permanent place to stay, somewhere she could more or less call home ( though in her heart she knew it wasn't a home). So, again, she and Liz made a deal. She could get her own place so long as Liz visited every other day to check on her and Shelia brought her groceries every week—up until she died anyway.

      It had only been a few weeks since the elder witch had passed, the house already felt different. Her nails skimmed against the counter where she and Bonnie would sit as they watched Sheila cook, Grams scolding them as they continuously kept stealing the food she was cooking.

      It also felt different because the second Jordanna's father stole her magic, unbeknown to her, Sheila placed a spell on the house. Stopping the Adams man from stepping foot through the door.

      But the second she died, the spell broke. Allowing the beast to crawl out of his cage and dig his claws into his prey.

      Jordanna.

     Howard was pissed. After finding out someone had taken the dagger, only then to find out Jordanna had it caused him to burst into a fit of outrage. He couldn't let her get her grimy hands on it. He couldn't risk it.

      But then he reminded himself that she was merely seventeen with no magic. What could she do to him? Nothing.

      So yet again, he made his way to terrorise his daughter.

      Jordanna's eyes fell, staring straight at the frying pan on the top of the counter. In one swift moment she picked it up and spun on her heels, swinging it in the intruder's face.

     Howard grunted as he hit the floor, his face pulled into a grimace as he held a hand to his head—his free hand thrusted out before him, causing Jordanna to fall to her knees.

      From her last fight with her father, she learnt a lot about the way he fought. He played dirty, so the only solution was to play dirtier.

      Howard cracked his fist as he got up, moving in front of her before he crouched down, "Where is it, kid? C'mon, this'll all be over soon if you just tell me where the dagger is."

      "Suck my dick," Jordanna gritted out, shooting her leg out she swiftly knocked him over before she jumped up, running to retrieve the dagger.

      When Jordanna was around ten, just after her father killed her mother, she swore she wouldn't be like him. End up like him. But she did. She was just like him, cruel, torturous, a murderer. She resented him for taking away her mother when she had done the same to many children when she took their parents away from them.

      The only difference though? Howard killed Mary for power, he was greedy. Jordanna killed those for their greed, the greed of wanting to kill her and steal her magic. It was defence.

      Sorta . . .

      Would it still be defence if she enjoyed it?

     "Aren't you embarrassed?" Jordanna questioned her father as she stood in the middle of her living room—watching as he slowly made his way toward her.

      "Embarrassed?" Howard echoed.

      "You can't kill me. A teenager. No matter how hard you try, somehow I just pop back up," she hummed, tauntingly tutting at her father. "I've killed men heavier than you, you oldfuck."

       "Watch it," Howard warned, pointing at her as he grew closer until he stared down at her. "You aren't walking out of here alive, Jordanna. Dagger or no dagger. This ends today. You bring shame to the Adams name—"

      Jordanna's humoured laugh cut him off, "No, there is no Adams name," she mocked. "The Adams family is a bunch of bullshit. This power, that power," she prodded his chest, hard. "Belongs to a Jones witch, which you are not."

       Howard jutted out his jaw, glaring at his daughter as his hands wrapped around her neck tightly, cutting off circulation, "I'm finding that dagger you little bitch, and when I do I'm going to drive it across your neck and watch as you bleed out." He released his hold on her, "You're going to burn in hell you brat."

       When the witch finally got her breath back, she composed herself. Reminding herself that she wasn't afraid of her father. Even if it was a lie, she kept telling herself that—she couldn't show him that she was actually afraid of him, she just had to pretend. Because if she didn't? She sure as hell would be dead.

       As he turned to leave she grabbed his shoulder and spun him to face her, a smile playing at her lips, "I guess I'll see you there then," and the dagger impaled him in the abdomen. Howard gasped, body tensing as she chanted. He watched as dark veins travelled down his body, climbing up the handle of the dagger and crawled up her own hands.

       Howard's breath hitched as she ripped the blade out of his abdomen. Her hand shot out as it balled into a fist, her father coughing out in splutters as he gasped for air.

      "Oh, I am so back," she grinned, watching as his body hit the floor with a loud thud, unconscious.

      And that was the last time she saw her father before she killed him. As much as she enjoyed the game of cat and mouse between the two, she finally felt it was time to avenge her mother.

      Over the years she had gotten him where she wanted. She wanted him to underestimate her. Because in the end it'd be all the more fun when she killed him.

flashback over — present day

      Jordanna was crouched down in Davina's cabin beside a boy, who she hadn't got any fucking idea as to who he was, as they checked on Davina. Klaus stood in the doorway with narrowed eyes, stake in hand.

      Jordanna prodded Davina in the centre of her forehead, tilting her head aside as the teenager didn't budge. "I think she might just need a hospital," she turned to Klaus.

      Jordanna and Klaus were different now. They were good again, in a way. The whole reason she had previously tried to avoid him was because she felt guilty and selfish. She had left him to grieve for four months alone, so she tried to let herself do the same. She didn't feel it was fair if he was there for her when she wasn't there for him. So she opted for neither of them having one another, it was quite sad really.

       But then after she saw him during her shopping trip yesterday something changed. Something in her changed, she missed him, so fucking much it hurt.

      So she vowed that she was going to be there for him more than she was before, even if it annoyed him 'til the end of time. She wasn't leaving him. Not again.

      "How'd you get in here?" The boy with the mousy brown hair beside her asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Don't you have to be invited in?"

      "No shit. D let me in ago a few months before she realised I had no humanity," Jordanna answered him, sparing him a glance over her shoulder.

      "Ah, so you did know about this place then," Klaus spoke up from his place in the doorway.

      Jordanna scoffed, "Duh. Who do you think told her to change them God-awful curtains," Jordanna gestured to a cardboard box in the corner of the room, old curtains piling out of them that reminded her of something a grandma from the fifties would decorate with.

      "They are quite ugly," Klaus agreed, lifting a shoulder. "But then again, it's Davina. She has questionable taste," his eyes plastered on the boy beside Jordanna.

      The mystery boy, lifted his head, eyes on Klaus, seemingly only just taking note of his presence. "Oh, hello darling. Back to huff and puff and blow the house down?"

      Klaus gave him a flat look, unamused, "You know, it's funny how often a person's sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat."

      Jordanna turned to the man in the doorway, sending him a look, "Are you really gonna' argue with this kid? He's like two."

      "I'm older than you, darling" the boy retorted, sending her a look before his eyes drifted back to Klaus. "But she's right, instead of wasting time arguing with me you might want to try a bit of lavender under your pillow. Does wonders for stuck-up pillocks with anger issues."

      Jordanna groaned, turning she whacked him on the shoulder, the boy sent her a look of mock offense, "Shut up, stop talking. Your voice is giving me a headache."

      "I promised not to kill Davina, I said nothing of this insolent sod," Klaus huffed, dragging his eyes from the boy to Jordanna. He gave her a look.

      Jordanna inhaled deeply, coming to a stand, her gaze dropped to the boy crouched by Davina's body, "Who are you anyway? You her boyfriend or something?"

      "No, we're just friends, Anna. Why, you jealous?" The boy teased. Jordanna paused in her place, narrowing her eyes at him.

      "What'd you call me?" She took a breath, shaking her head. "You know what? I'll deal with you in a second."

      Anna. Anna. Anna.

      One person only ever called her Anna. And he was very much dead. But what was it she liked to say? Who stays dead nowadays?

      Jordanna grabbed Klaus' arm, pulling him further down the porch. "You didn't kill your dick of a father so I'm sure you can keep your murderous tendencies to yourself for now. Besides he's like D's boyfriend or something."

      Klaus sighed, looking back into the cabin as he watched the boy tend to Davina, "Fine."

      Jordanna nodded, turning her gaze to where Klaus was looking before she met the mystery boy's eye again. "Tell me I'm not going crazy, but is that ... ?"

       Klaus nodded, "You're not going crazy, for that to happen you'd have to be sane, and you certainly aren't-" she shot him a look. "-But yes, I think it is."

       Jordanna rolled her lips into her mouth—hiding her smile. Klaus gave her a blunt look as he noted that, handing her his car keys and the stake he spoke, "Go get the car, let's take her to a hospital. You can talk to him in the car."

       Jordanna nodded, practically ecstatic, "All right." She shot the boy another look, excitement gleaming in her eyes before she sauntered off to the car.

      Klaus watched her walk away before he slowly made his way back up the porch steps. "You've got a way with words," Klaus said serenely as he leant against the doorway.

      "Well, I've travelled," Kaleb shrugged, slowly walking over to Klaus.

      "You seem to have crossed continents in order to weasel your way into Davina's good graces, thereby meddling in my family business," Klaus smiled, rather brittle. "Strange isn't it?" Kaleb smirked, saying nothing as he listened to Klaus talk. "Unless it's your family business. You know, ever since my mother and Finn, I was wondering when you might make an appearance, Kol."

      Kol laughed, bowing dramatically, "Then the jig is up!" Klaus smiled at his brother, shaking his head. "Hello, brother!"

      "It's not that I begrudge you hitching a ride back to the land of the living. It's just that you're making all the wrong friends, brother. And I have half a mind to show you how wrong you are," Klaus' smile turned bitter.

      Kol lowered his voice, "But you're not going to do that, are you? Because Anna told you to leave me alone. I'm curious, does she still wear the trousers in your relationship or have you finally stepped up, Nik?"

      Klaus narrowed his eyes. "Jordanna, sweetheart? I changed my mind. I am going to kill him after all," Klaus called out into the dark forest, receiving no answer he made his way over to the car. "Jordanna?"

      No reply.

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      Jordanna's flimsy body was dragged along the outskirts of the woods—heading toward the Bayou. After Mikael had escaped the trunk of the SUV he had attacked Jordanna, injecting her with some Werewolf toxin he had stolen from Davina's cabin—hiding the small needle in the pocket of his trousers.

      "I swear to God, Martin, get your hands off of me," Jordanna spat as his grip on her wrists tightened, her vision going blurry every few seconds as the effects of the toxin slowly sunk in. "Nik will find you and when he does I hope he rips your minuscule fucking balls off!"

      Mikael stopped abruptly, turning to face her as his angered gaze met hers. "You're right, he will find me. But, I will be ready," he said lowly, voice dropping as he gritted his teeth.

      "How?" Jordanna scoffed. "You look like a kebab you crazy son of a bitch," she nodded her head in direction of Papa Tunde's blade, the handle sticking out of his chest.

      "I have fought more pain than anyone, living or dead," Mikael clutched the handle in his palm as he slowly started to pull it out. "But, once I feed. I shall be restored."

      As of his distraction Jordanna tried to make a run for it, but the toxin circling her body slowed her down, weakening her, only for Mikael to grab a-hold of her again, "You, my dear, are leverage. I can't have you running off now, can I? Once I threaten to dismember you in front of him, Klaus will hesitate and in that moment of weakness, I shall end him."

      "You aren't touching a hair on his fucking head!" Jordanna breathed out, glowering at the man. "You're just pissed because Esther banged someone else and Klaus was fathered by another guy."

      "Hush!" Mikael shouted out, enraged at her words. The reminder of his wife's treacherous act replaying in his head.

      Jordanna internally gagged as his spit flew out to her. "You spat on me, asshole," she wrenched a hand free of his grip and wiped her face with her sleeve.

      Mikael rolled his eyes. "You are the enabler of the weak! No wonder he still seeks your company," he spat before pausing, grip tightening on the vampire. "I hear music. And, where there's music, there's food."

      He dragged her further into the woods, the two came upon a large group of people—who only looked several years older than Jordanna. They danced around a large bonfire, wearing various masks ( creepy looking masks, Jordanna would like to add ). A sudden grip brought Jordanna out of a trance as Mikael held her by the head, forcing her to look at them.

     "Well, well, well . . . what do we have here?" He paused, a sinister smile etched onto his face. "Hillbilly Halloween. Oh, perfect."

      His grip found her wrists again as he dragged a struggling Jordanna toward the large group. He dropped her tired, limp body to the ground by a rock. Bending down he grabbed her feet and snapped them causing a hiss to escape her lips as she looked down at her feet—they were sat in an awkward position in her heels—preventing her from running.

      Jordanna rested her head against the rock as he got up, her droopy eyes watched as he began compelling the people in the masks before moving to feed on some of them.

      Her chest rose up and down slowly as she clicked her tongue, eyes on the extremely creepy masks. "Do you know how many nightmares I've had that start like this?" She muttered under her breath, shooting Mikael a look of hate. "And yet, you were never in them. So thank you for traumatising me with your presence."

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      Mikael had dragged Jordanna into a run-down, abandoned barn. Her hallucinations grew worse as more time went on, the soft sound of a little girl's voice played in her head as Mikael threw her to the hard ground, her skull colliding with the floor.

      Her blurry eyes focused in the corner of the barn as a baby crawled her way. Her little Sebastian on his hands and knee's was making his way to her—a toothless smile on his lips.

      But every time she had the urge to move toward him she stopped herself. She couldn't, it wasn't real.

     "You know, I've never seen someone hate somebody as much as you hate Klaus," Jordanna muttered as she rolled onto her back before pushing herself up. "How can you hate someone so badly? Someone that was supposed to be your son?"

      "I didn't always hate him. When Klaus was born, I was overjoyed. I thought 'this one . . . this one has the eyes of a warrior. He will be worthy'. But, my hope was short-lived. And, when I found out that he wasn't really my son, my relief was glorious. But, that passed with the knowledge that he was a begat of a beast."

      "Esther being unfaithful wasn't Klaus' fault you freak!" Jordanna scoffed, shaking her head in abhorrence.

       "Everything that followed was because of Niklaus' obsession with the wolves! He ventured out to watch them turn under the full moon, and he took my youngest son, Henrik. He was but a child, and he was torn apart," Mikael retorted, yelling out angrily.

       "It was an accident!"

      "An accident?" Mikael grew enraged. "An accident? He murdered my wife! His own mother! Who sought to cleanse him of his beast-like nature! He betrayed me. He turned my entire family against me! And yet you defend him?"

      "Aw-boo-fucking-hoo," Jordanna taunted at the mere mention of Esther. "Esther died like a-gazillion years ago, get over it." She paused, "And yes, I will defend him to the day that I die!"

      "And today will be that day," Mikael pinched between his brows, breathing deeply as his chest rose in anger.

      "Yay me," Jordanna retorted sarcastically under her breath. "Do you really not see that all of this is pointless?"

      Mikael paused briefly before manic laughter poured from his lips.

      Jordanna pulled a face, brows furrowing. "Do you need to see a shrink? I could recommend you one, blonde . . . pretty. I heard that's your type. Maybe try find a faithful one this time though, but I understand Esther 100% with the whole cheating-bitch thing. I mean, if I got stuck with you I'd do the same."

      A sudden backhand to the face caught her off guard, Mikael reached out and held her face tight in his grip ( sure to leave marks if she didn't heal ).

     "What you need, is for something to wash out your mouth you filthy girl. But me, on the other hand. What I need, my dear, is some food."

      "If you feed from me, you'll only transfer the venom into yourself," Jordanna said lowly in his grip.

      "Yes, well, unlike my weak son, pain only makes me stronger," he smiled down at her sinisterly. "Besides," he lifted a shoulder. "It's not like it'd kill me."

       Jordanna watched as his face flickered, veins appearing under his eyes. "Suck a dick," she spat before he viciously tore into her neck.

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Klaus wandered around the outskirts of the Bayou, a scowl on his face as his eyes narrowed on a rock. The scowl slowly slipped into a frown as he anxiously held his hand out to the rock—finger skimming against the blood that trickled down it.

His jaw clenched as he looked up the abandoned barn, noticing a nearby shovel he strode toward it, breaking it in half across his knee.

His grip on the wood tightened as he sauntered into the barn, finding a sight he never wanted to see. Mikael stood, blood dripping down his chin as he held a limp Jordanna in his grip—Papa Tunde's blade held directly over her chest.

Her head was lolled aside, her neck viciously covered in red from where Mikael fed on her, eyes struggling to stay open.

Klaus' heart skyrocketed in his chest as he stared at her. "You're gonna' pay for hurting her," Klaus threatened, pointing his handmade stake at Mikael.

Mikael threw Jordanna's body aside, stepping over her as Klaus' eyes fell to her fragile figure before Mikael's voice snapped him out of his trance, "Aw, how sweet," the eldest Mikaelson retorted sarcastically, raising his hands tauntingly—the white oak stake and Papa Tunde's blade in his grip. "The cur whines for its bitch. I'll be sure to kill her right in front of your eyes, just before you burn."

Klaus' jaw tightened as he lunged at Mikael—stake in hand. He tackled Mikael, the two throwing punches before quickly rising to their feet—standing defensively.

Jordanna weakly pushed herself up as Mikael pinned Klaus to the wall opposite her, the elder man struggled as he attempted to stake Klaus in the chest with the white oak.

Just as Klaus was about to be staked by Mikael, he gained the upper hand, kneeing the elder in the gut—followed by the face before the two began fighting once again.

Klaus quickly tackled Mikael with all the strength he had as the elder advanced toward Jordanna as she stumbled to a stand, head dizzy. As Klaus tackled him the two burst through a concrete wall—going straight through to the next room.

Klaus kicked Mikael to the floor before straddling him. Mikael snarled, attempting to stake Klaus but the Hybrid easily turned the stake on him, "Not as weak as you remember, am I?"

Just as Klaus broke his father's grip on the stake—he flipped it, going to stake him—Mikael threw Papa Tunde's blade at Jordanna; who didn't notice the blade being thrown in her direction, as of result of her blurred vision, out of instinct Klaus sped towards her, catching it in his palm before it impaled in her chest.

Jordanna's droopy eyes met his, the voices in her head getting louder as the hallucinations worsened—both of them failing to notice as Mikael ran up behind the Hybrid, stabbing Klaus through the chest with the white oak.

A scream rippled from her chest as Klaus yelled out in pain, falling to the floor before slowly desiccating. "No!" She cried out, going to run to him before Mikael backhanded her, sending her stumbling.

Mikael hovered over Klaus' body, glaring down at it. "Why aren't you burning? If you were dead, it would burn. Burn!"

As Jordanna's mouth racked with cries Mikael turned, looking up as a broken light hanging from the middle of the barn started swinging, a creaky noise echoed across the abandoned building, flickering on and off as the young vampire grew more distressed.

"What kind of abomination are you?" Mikael gritted his teeth, glaring at her as her eyes flickered white, like in her dreams. Her chin tipped up, she glanced at the swinging light before it shattered, glass splayed across the floor.

Then she realised, she did that. Her magic was finally back? But she didn't have time to dilly dally. She didn't have time to think about it right now. So, she did what was needed. She remembered something she had read in a grimoire on dark magic after what her mother had told her—she rubbed her pointer, index finger and thumb together. Watching as Mikael fell to his knees in pain, violently yelling out at her as she thrusted her arm out, idly standing by as she watched his skin tighten to his face, clinging to his bones, eyes looking as though they were going to pop out of his head.

As result of the distraction she ran to Klaus, crouching down beside him as she reached for the white oak. Mikael sped off, going after Davina as he sensed her and Kaleb—realising it was them who messed with the stake, leaving Jordanna and Klaus.

"You aren't dead. You're not allowed to die on me," she whispered down to him, eyes normal as a single tear drop escaped her waterline, her hand palmed his cheek, watching as colour started to return to his skin. "I go first, okay?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Mikael snapped at the vampire as he made his way back into the room after just having fed off Davina.

Jordanna held the stake tightly in her grip ( well, as tight as her body would let her ), she was getting worse. Her hallucinations worsening as she stared at Mikael, her vision flickered between Mikael and Howard, the pair having looked half dead at the affects of her magic—though only one was real.

"Touch him and I will find a way to send you back to hell," Jordanna threatened. There was no point in threatening to kill him, because let's be real . . . in this state Damon could even beat her. And that simply hurt to think of.

"You have a warrior's heart. Perhaps I'll keep it as a souvenir," Mikael retorted before he lunged towards her. Just as he went to grab the stake from her hand, Marcel appeared, pushing him off of the raven-haired vampire and hit him . . . over and over and over again.

Mikael managed to knock Marcel flat on his back, picking up Klaus' handmade stake he pointed it at Marcel's heart, "Now, enough! This night has been a long parade of fools. I'll enjoy killing every last one of you." Jordanna threw her arm out as Mikael pushed the stake through Marcel's chest slowly, still crouched beside Klaus' body, she watched as the eldest Original stumbled back.

Klaus jumped awake with a gasp as Hayley threw a chain around Mikael's neck and pulled on it hard—causing the man to fall to his knees, "Yeah, I wouldn't bet on it."

Klaus jumped to his feet as a relieved Jordanna held her hand out to him and pulled him up. The Mikaelson made his way over to his father as Marcel, Hayley and Jordanna made their way to stand by his side—Marcel holding Jordanna's weak body up as Davina rushed into the room, joining them.

"It's over Mikael, you're outnumbered. Are you going to beg for your miserable life?" Klaus taunted, smirking idly at his father.

Mikael chuckled humourlessly, glaring at the Hybrid, "You think having people makes you strong? It proves how weak you are. Come find me when you don't have fools, women and children fighting your battles."

     And within a blink of the eye he speed away, leaving them all stood there in relief.

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Marcel and Hayley left the room right after Mikael disappeared, leaving Jordanna and Klaus alone. The Mikaelson fed her his blood without a word—healing her of the Werewolf toxin without so much as a blink as she sat atop a very unsteady table in the barn, the cool breeze of the air hitting her bare legs—I know, bad day to wear a skirt, but c'mon, how was she supposed to know that Klaus' psychotic father was going to kidnap and hold her hostage for a good few hours?

Jordanna's eyes fixated on his face as he tried to remove the blood from her neck, the Mikaelson stood between her legs. Her eyes scattered across his face over and over again, so that she didn't forget. So that she didn't forget every single last detail about him.

Without a word in edge ways, not a single thought uttered in Klaus' mind as he pressed his lips to Jordanna's, his hands cupped her cheeks. The world was spinning, or then again that might've been the Werewolf toxin still slowly slipping away, but nevertheless, the world spun.

It always seemed to when she was with Klaus. Not the bad kind, like when you're drunk and lay down and feel like you're on a rollercoaster going fifty miles-per-fucking-hour. No, the good kind. The kind that felt like you could do anything you fucking desired. Like you had it all sitting in the palm of your hand. It was calming. It was serene. It was merely love.

"Hello to you too," Jordanna muttered against his lips as he pulled away, his forehead rested against hers.

Klaus huffed out a soft chuckle, pulling his head from hers before he gripped her hand in his as her fingers skimmed over the unhealed wound on his chest, "You pulled the stake out in the nick of time, sweetheart. A moment longer and I would have been done for."

"Yeah, well you're not allowed to die on me," she lifted a shoulder. "Plus, you've saved my ass too many times . . . it's only fair," she teased lightly. "But seriously, I told you about that fucking trunk, didn't I?"

Klaus shook his head with a small smile before it faltered, "I should have killed him when I had the chance, then he wouldn't have hurt you. For that alone, I will kill him."

Jordanna smiled lightly as his fingers traced over the healed bite marks on her neck, "That's like the most romantic thing you've ever fucking said to me."

Klaus chuckled at her words, once again, in a bad situation she managed to bring a smile to his face. As usual. "You know, in a thousand years, I think it's the first time I've seen him run."

"Yeah, 'cause he's a pussy," Jordanna huffed.

"And, he knew he was outmatched," Hayley announced as she walked into the room—Marcel trailing behind her.

"We checked the perimeter, and he's definitely gone," Marcel told them before his eyes flickered to Jordanna's. "Are you okay?"

"I'm all right baldy," she offered him a smile before turning to Klaus. "I'll go wait in the car."

Klaus nodded, moving so she could jump down from the table before she went to leave the room, in passing Hayley smiled at her, placing a hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jordanna nodded, a tight smile sat on her lips before she placed her hand on Hayley's and left the barn.

As Jordanna walked down the gravel, turning her head she found Davina and Kaleb . . . well, Kol, leaning against the Claire witch's car, talking.

Jordanna turned on her feet, going in the opposite direction to Klaus' SUV and made her way toward Davina's car.

She stopped in front of the two with a look on her face before she turned to Davina, "Mind if I steal him for a sec'?"

Davina nodded with a small smile on her face as she looked away from Kol, eyes on Jordanna, "Sure." The witch spun on her feet before stopping, turning back to look at the Jones. "I'm glad you're okay, JJ."

Jordanna sent her a soft smile before her eyes found Kol's, who was grinning like an idiot as he stared at her—though his smile pulled into a grimace as her hand shot out, a harsh slap landed on his shoulder.

"Twice, you've done that now!" Kol complained, swatting her hand away before she threw her arms around him.

"You shithead, you should've told me you were alive," she scolded him as they pulled away.

That same playful grin fell on his face again, "No . . . you would've told Nik."

"I mean, yeah," she told him in a duh tone. "I think he'd wanna' know if his brother just sprung back to life."

Kol shrugged in answer, still smiling as they leant against the car, they spoke for a good ten minutes before Kol changed the subject abruptly to a lesser happy one—to back when he died.

"You know, every night from the other-side, I watched you-"

"Okayyy, creepy," Jordanna jokingly scooted away from him.

Kol rolled his eyes. "Shut up and let me finish," he mumbled. That's what she said. "Every night from the other-side I watched you, watched when you and Klaus got stuck in the doppelganger's house and whenever he went to sleep, or needed space I watched you fight for me. You sat by my body for hours, Anna, exhausting yourself trying to bring me back. You tired yourself out trying to do it. You know . . . all my life, no one had ever fought that hard for me. So thank you."

Jordanna pursed her lips, trying to hide her small smile as she suddenly got awkward, waving a hand she brushed it off, "It's no big deal, honestly."

Kol noticed her sudden awkwardness and chuckled lightly, nudging her with a smile, "Nearly made me tear up, you did. It was awful."

Jordanna huffed a laugh, shooting him a look as she noticed Davina in the distance, slowly making her way back up to them.

As Davina finally made her way to the pair Jordanna looked down at her with a suggestive smile as she side glanced Kol.

Davina narrowed her eyes before rolling them in dismay. Jordanna leant forward, moving to whisper in the young witch's ear as Kol gave them a weirded out look.

"Don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do," at another suggestive side glance to Kol, Davina sent her a glare. "Don't look at me like that. There's a teeny, tiny," she held her hand up, thumb and pointer finger held close together. "Grey area between the two."

Again Davina shot her a look and Jordanna raised her hands in false surrender, "All right. All right. I'm leaving now." As she walked off she turned around, waving at Kol before her eyes found Davina's as she called out, "Get some sleep, you look like shit."

"I look better than you," Davina retorted, shooting her finger at her causing a feigned gasp to leave the older girl's lips.

Jordanna shook her head, scoffing playfully, "Not possible."

And with that, she spun on her feet, finally making her way toward Klaus' SUV, she leant against the car waiting for him to exit the barn after his conversation with Hayley and Marcel.

When the Hybrid finally made his way out of the barn he headed straight for Jordanna. Klaus came to a stand in front of her and narrowed his eyes down at her as his fingers carefully brushed a strand of her hair from her shoulder.

"You know, right before you pulled the stake out I heard the most peculiar thing," he started, voice serene.

"Oh, yeah?" Jordanna hummed in question, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared up at him.

"Yeah, I heard this nonsense about you going first. I must've been hearing things because that is honestly the most foolish thing I've ever heard in a thousand years," he muttered, rolling his eyes dramatically as he waved his hand around.

Jordanna grumbled under her breath with a huff, "It's not stupid. It's true, we made a deal."

"When?" Klaus rose a brow.

"When you were half dead," she told him in an obvious tone. "I decided that I go first, a deals a deal."

"It's not a deal if you alone have a say in it," Klaus spoke, sighing in irritation.

"Yeah, well, you were occupied, having a stake in your heart and that," she shrugged it off.

Klaus shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips.

"You don't go first. End of," he muttered against her lips as his hands travelled up her waist, grazing the skin under her shirt.

His tongue slipped past her lips, fingers digging into her skin as he pressed her further into the SUV door, his weight crushed her against the car; their bodies meshed together as her hands ran up his chest, fingers thrusting into his hair—tugging at the blond on the nape of his neck.

      His hand slid from her waist to behind her—grasping the car door handle he pulled it open, moving Jordanna's body in the process. Pulling away from her mouth he gave her chance to slide into the backseat of the SUV, joining her, Klaus hastily pulled the car door shut again before meeting her lips once again.

       Her hands ran up his chest before she shrugged his jacket off, carelessly letting it fall behind him before she reached down, grabbing the hem of his henley, pulling away from his mouth she pulled the shirt over his head. Her hands grazed his warm skin, as he reached down—grabbing her own shirt in his fingers.

      Moving her hands from his bare chest, Jordanna allowed him to pull her shirt over her head. The discarded top fell to the floor of the car before he slowly moved his hands down her bare body, reaching down he bunched her skirt up at the waist.

      His fingers hooked around the waistband of her thong, pulling it down her legs before he pushed two fingers inside her. Her back arched against the car seat as he thrust them in and out.

      The Mikaelson crashed his lips to hers once again, small pants leaving their lips as the tension in the car grew heavy, steam slowly crawling up the windows. Her hand swiftly moved between them, fumbling with his belt before unbuckling it as she dragged down his zipper.

      A wave of excitement crashed over her at their actions. Nearly five months, it had been. Five months since they'd been this close. Five months since they felt this close, since they felt this unexplainable feeling that the two of them shared, this . . . passion.

      Klaus withdrew his fingers earning a tumble of complaints from the vampire, she wanted to return the favour, but he was too impatient. He had waited for this as much as she, the stolen glances, the quick one overs during those few long, long months.

      Klaus sat back in his seat after he pulled her onto his lap, Jordanna reached between them, pulling his dick from his unzipped trousers, letting it spring free.

She rose slightly, before lowering herself down. Klaus leant his head back against the head rest as he let out a deep, breathy moan. His hands moved tightly around her waist, as he took her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard enough to draw a moan from her throat, his tongue flickered over the rigid bud before he pulled away from her nipple.

His lips trailed up from her chest, moving to her neck before they latched onto her neck, sucking on her skin so rough and ravenous—knowing that if she couldn't heal her skin would be littered in marks later on.

     His hand fisted her hair as she moved rhythmically against him as he whispered in her ear, only encouraging her more. After all this time, his words still had a huge effect on her, the sweet, serene whispers still sent her over the edge as his teeth pulled at her ear lobe.

Her head flew back as she rode him, his words sending her spiralling, "You look ravishing."

Her hips rolled against his own as his hand reached down, pressing his thumb directly over her clit. He merely grinned against her neck at the small, staggered gasp that left her lips due to the increased feeling of pleasure that struck her body.

His mouth moved along her neck, nipping her jaw as he continued to flick her clit. Watching as she slowly fell apart in his arms, her toes curled when he took control and shifted in place, hitting a different spot.

She felt euphoric as her hips rocked against his own. He drew lazy circles over her clit, eyes lifting as he watched her face as he teased the swollen bud.

He slammed into her again as she came down from her own high, another sloppy thrust after another before he slowed, chests heaving.

"Fuck," she breathed out as Klaus' head rested against her bare chest, her hand found the back of his neck as they sat there for a moment.

authors note.

Anywayyyys....... so jo and alaric's wedding obvs jj's gonna go cos alaric is like her nmbr 1 fan after klaus,, and cos of that idk what to do with kai cos i want them to interact, and maybe jj finnnnally gets elena but obvs she isnt gonna hurt jo cos of alaric ygm? cos idk if any of yous remember but jj made a promise to damon that if stef got hurt she'd be there to ruin it baso and what better way to do that ......

but then at the same time i kinda want her to take the baby to the wedding cos imagine how cute that'd be like this mf just hands the baby to care and stef before she puts elena on her ass

but this war ... omg