chapter forty seven

all i want for christmas is you

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    JORDANNA LAID ON the armchair in the courtyard, legs hanging off of the arms, a hot cup of coffee in hand as she stared at the large Christmas tree with narrowed eyes. She was convinced it didn't look right. It had been three days since she returned to the compound, since she had returned to Klaus. During her time spent back home, she had taken to decorate the compound seeing as no one else stepped up to do it.

    She was kind of glad at the fact, as she knew if someone else even tried to, she'd find a way to complain about it.

    So, there she sat, staring up at the tree with scrutinising eyes, unsure if red and gold was the colour scheme to go with. Oh well, she couldn't change it now, it was Christmas for Christ's Sake, she couldn't just up and change everything last minute.

    The vampire placed her hot cup down, pulling her Evil Dead t-shirt down to cover her stomach as she huffed, eyes flitting over to the compelled woman who had made her way into the room. She watched silently as the woman grabbed a knife from the table and drew the blade across the palm of her hand. Blood trickled from within her skin as she held her hand over a wine glass that sat idly on the table.

    Feeling eyes on her, the compelled woman lifted her head and meekly glanced Jordanna's way. The Jones gave her a strained, fake smile and grabbed her cup of coffee from the table, lifting it slightly. "Be a doll and top me up, will you? Too much caffeine, not enough blood."

    The woman said nothing, only taking the cup in hand before she squeezed her fist tighter together, allowing more blood to flow into the mug.

    Jordanna pursed her lips as she impatiently waited for the cup to fill. The Jones sucked her teeth. "So, do we, uh, pay you or something?"

    "Handsomely!" Klaus announced rather loudly as he entered the room, startling the Jones causing her to gasp in shock, hand covering her mouth.

    "Jesus fucking Christ!" Jordanna called out theatrically, glaring over at the man as he sauntered down the stairs and over to her. "Do you get off on scaring people half to death or something?"

    A laugh boomed from Klaus' chest, he shook his head, large grin sitting on his lips. It seemed as though he was in a merry mood, given the circumstances. "Well, it depends on the person, as well as the outcome."

    Jordanna pulled a face. "Creep."

    Klaus lifted a shoulder before he took the seat in the chair next to Jordanna's. "You seem better." The Mikaelson stated, eyes skimming over her lazy stature.

    Jordanna gave him a pointed look, narrowing her eyes, "Better? I was fine the second I came back."

    Klaus rolled his eyes. "I meant you're not on a murderous rampage anymore. I can't say Elijah nor Marcel are too happy about the hundred dead bodies they found littering the streets."

    Jordanna waved a dismissive hand, "Not my problem."

    "I assume they would disagree, sweetheart, seeing as it was you who killed them," Klaus took a sip of his drink, lips curling up into a smile against the glass. "Therefore, making it your problem."

    Jordanna groaned eccentrically, rolling her eyes. "There are more important things to be worrying about right now."

    "Like?" Klaus rose an inquisitive brow.

    "Like... does my thumb look like a toe?" She asked, pushing her body weight so that she sat up right, holding her hand out to show him her thumb. "I've been staring at it all morning and I can't figure out if it does or not."

    "And here I thought these 'more important things' you speak of would be the retrieval of my sister," Klaus sighed sarcastically, rubbing a hand across his forehead with his free hand.

    "Obviously that's up there, but... be honest with me, does it?"

    "Well, I didn't want to say anything... " Klaus trailed off teasingly causing the Jones' eyes to widen.

    "Tell me you're lying." The Jones demanded, mere horror etched upon her face.

    Klaus' grin only widened as he spoke. "You asked."

    Jordanna groaned, falling further into her seat. "Guess my only option is to chop it off."

    "I'd rather you didn't," Klaus pulled a face at the flashing image of a thumb-less Jordanna walking around. "Besides, it'd grow back."

    "Then I'd chop it off again." She countered.

    Klaus rolled his eyes in exasperation. "There's nothing wrong with your thumb it makes you... unique," he offered.

    Jordanna side-eyed him, "Liar."

   "Of course I'm lying, Jordanna," Klaus grunted out, shifting in place. "It terrifies me."

    "Fuck you too, then," she mumbled under her breath.

"On the other hand... " Klaus trailed off, lips perking in amusement. "I just so happened to notice that lovely dress you wore to the dinner party Elijah and I hosted."

A grin laced the Jones' lips. "Ah, so you noticed?"

"How could I not?" A breathy chuckle left Klaus' lips. "I think about our time in Chicago, and the dress I could not see, a lot."

Jordanna angled her head against the cushions so she could see him better. "And now you've seen it... " She trailed off.

"And now I have," Klaus concluded, nodding along to her words. "Might I say, you looked beautiful."

"Thank you." Her voice dropped an octave, her words almost coming out as a whisper. "You looked... angry?"

A laugh bubbled from Klaus' mouth, "Yes, well, those three seem to do that to me."

A bitter feeling bubbled in Jordanna's chest at the mention of those three, more specifically at the wordless mention of Aurora. Whether it be the fact that the De Martel concocted a false image of herself and the Mikaelson or it be for the fact she called Jordanna a whore. If Jordanna had to choose, she'd move for the former, she couldn't deny that she was a bit of a whore once upon a time ago, but still, shitty move.

"That bitch of yours ruined my dress." She settled on, instead. "That was one of a kind, you know? I can't fix it!"

Klaus rubbed a hand across his forehead. "If you could refrain from calling her 'mine' I would appreciate it. Tell me, must we continue this façade? I don't understand the need to keep our relationship a secret, it wouldn't be shocking."

"Because, Nik." Jordanna pushed her body up from her leaning position, giving him a pointed look as she tilted her head at him. "One. It'll keep your psycho girlfriend out of my way. Two. We're going slow, okay? We don't need everyone getting their two cents in. This way it's just... us."

Klaus sighed begrudgingly. "As you wish."

Jordanna gave him a firm stare at the childish look on his face. "It's not gonna be forever, don't pout. If they find out, they find out — but I'm not exactly gonna hold up a banner that says 'I love Klaus'."

Klaus' face fell into one of false sadness, a hand nurtured his heart. "And to think I would do such for you."

Jordanna playfully rolled her eyes. "See, I would, I would." She nodded sarcastically, theatrically furthering her point. "But, I wouldn't wanna upset your sister. You see, me and Bekah kinda had a little thing going on."

"Did you now?" Klaus rose a brow, playing into her ongoing joke.

Or was it a joke?

It was half and half really. Truth be told, when Jordanna first met Rebekah she might've had a crush on her long before she did Klaus.

"Hm." Jordanna nodded, brushing her long hair over her shoulder. "I'm so sorry for you to find out like this but... we were in love."

"Then I suppose it's not a great time to tell you... Stefan and I-"

Jordanna's face dropped. "See, that you can't joke about. I'm convinced something actually happened between you and if you tell me that you'll only further into my delusions. Unless... they're not delusions-"

"They're delusions, Jordanna," Klaus rolled his eyes, picking up his glass to take a short sip from.

Jordanna huffed, falling back into the pillows of the couch. She pursed her lips, eyes flitting over to the dirty blond. "I can't tell if I'm disappointed or not."

"I hope your heart has not broken at the news." Klaus retorted dryly, side eyeing her as he put his glass down.

"I think it might've." Jordanna lifted a shoulder. "How come you didn't go with Elijah to get Bex?"

Klaus looked slightly ashamed for a moment as he glanced sheepishly around the room, "It's not a good idea for he and I to spend hours together in confined spaces, given that the prophecy foretells one family member felled by another."

"He wouldn't hurt you," Jordanna's brows pinched together.

Klaus let out a sigh, leaning forward to set his glass down onto the table, "I don't know what to think. The damn fortune teller's predictions continue to unfold, despite all our efforts."

Just then, a cry sounded throughout the courtyard. Sebastian's unsettled wails echoed along the walls as he awoke from his nap.

Jordanna threw her head back in dismay, grimacing at the high pitched screech. She moved to stand on her feet. "Everything'll be okay," she assured. "Rebekah'll be alright, Seb will have a Merry fucking Christmas and you and Elijah won't kill each other. Sounds like a good day to me."

Klaus' face fell into a deadpan as he watched her walk away. "Sounds thrilling," he spoke bluntly.

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Jordanna nibbled her bottom lip as she stared down at the tarot cards laid out on the floor. She was executing a way to find out more about that rather odd 'dream' she had when Aurora had taken her. Trying to find out more about Anastasia and her death. All the little events couldn't be just coincidental. She refused to believe so, with magic there was a meaning — a meaning behind this.

It was like a puzzle the smartest man or woman on earth could not figure out.

It simply pissed her off. I mean, the dodgy teddy bear, the constant dreams. She didn't understand it, but she would soon enough. Jordanna wasn't one for patience. The Jones woman barely had a patient bone in her body, but sometimes you had to wait for the thing you desire the most, sometimes it took time.

The vampire's manicured nails skimmed against the tarot cards laid out before her. With being a witch tarot cards were a bigger deal than made out to be, rather than simply reading them and knowing the meaning she could see things. She could see the meaning behind them, whether it be small flashes lasting no more than two seconds or something longer, something that would pull her into a trance like state.

One card showed her her family. All sat around a table, a young boy who resembled an older version of Sebastian and a girl whose face was simply blurred to her. They were laughing. But what itched the back of her mind was: where was Hayley?

The vampire shook her absence off, maybe she was with Jackson at the time, Jordanna didn't know, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead, her attention was captured by the large hiss of a candle. A large, menacing grin fell upon her face at the sound. On the other side of the room Jordanna had a lone candle sat, the flame shot up, long and sharp.

The Jones moved over in the direction of the candle and laid down in front of it, stomach to the floor. She was leant up on her elbows, chin rested in the palm of her right hand as her fingers danced over the flame.

"Hey 'Lena." She sung in a teasing tone, smile growing even bigger. Yes, the vampire was taunting the ghost of Elena Gilbert. One would think it would be the other way around but, sadly for Elena, she no longer had a tie to the supernatural world other than her being a doppelganger. Plus, there was no other side for her to even attempt it at.

"How's Jeremy doing?" The Jones asked with a smirk sitting on her glossed lips. The flame shot up even higher, the windows flew open, a gust of air penetrated the room, sending her tarot cards into a spluttering mess. "Ooh, I'm sorry, did I upset you?"

"I would ask how Damon's doing but... " she pulled a mocking face. "One. I doubt I'd get a friendly answer and Two. He's not exactly dead so it's not like you two could chit-chat over there. How are the bottom pits of Hell's ass treating you anyway?"

The wind grew harsher. "Tough topic? Got it." The witch nodded eccentrically, swiping her hands through the flame. "Just thought I'd ask," she sighed theatrically.

"You know... " Jordanna trailed off. "If you're feeling lonely over there I could always fly down to Denver and visit your cousins. I'm sure they'll be more than happy for a Gilbert family reunion. You, your mom, your dad, mommy number two, daddy number two, Jer-Bear... who else, I feel like I'm missing someone. Oh! Yes, lovely aunt Jenna, may she rest in peace."

The flames shot up even higher, as though they were angry, the Jones pulled her hand from the flame in haste. "Ow! Christ! I was actually being sincere about Jenna you fucking-"

The Jones cut herself short as she heard a loud bang sound from downstairs. The vampire rolled her eyes and pushed her body up from the floor. "Well it was nice catching up, 'Lena, really, we've gotta do this again sometime," the vampire spoke before blowing out the candle.

The raven haired woman sauntered out of her room with an exasperated look held on her face as she peered down the balcony. Her eyes fell onto the ground floor, finding Jackson, Hayley and Freya in the courtyard, the latter weakly laid on the couch, a makeshift sling on her arm. Jordanna rolled her eyes with a huff.

"Can you, like, not make so much noise?" The vampire asked as she moved to trail down the stairs. "I was in the middle of something very important."

"What? Doin' your hair?" Jackson retorted, raising his eyebrows as he glanced over at her.

Jordanna narrowed her eyes at the man. "No, please, I don't even do that myself," she rolled her eyes. "I was actually doing magic things, very important magic things. Trying to build my strength, you know?"

Jackson huffed, not buying it. "Sure... " he drawled before turning his attention back to Freya.

Hayley met the vampire as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "What was you really doing?" The hybrid asked in a hushed tone.

"Pissing off Elena's ghost." A grin sat on Jordanna's face.

Hayley rolled her lips into her mouth, "Of course."

The pair made their way over to the other two. Jordanna's eyes skimmed Freya's weak figure. "What happened to you?"

"She got jumped," Jackson answered for the oldest Mikaelson sibling. "Three vampires, all dressed like yuppies."

"What? Like a gang?" Jordanna's brows knitted together, mouth agape. "The Mafia?" She let out an audible gasp, turning to Freya. "How the Hell did you piss off the Mafia?"

"The Strix," Jackson corrected with an eyeroll.

"Basically the same thing," the vampire muttered under her breath, giving Hayley a look.

"Basically," Hayley also muttered under her breath in agreement.

Jackson spared them both a glance before he rubbed his left hand across his forehead, annoyance twitched across his features. "Can you just... She needs your blood."

Jordanna clicked her tongue and she rose her wrist, breaking the skin with her fangs before she held her wrist out to the Mikaelson. Freya, happily, grabbed a hold of her arm and began drinking the blood.

Jordanna's lips rolled into her mouth in an awkward imitation as she waited for the dirty blonde to be done. Finally, Freya pulled away. "You good now, Blondie?" She asked.

Freya nodded in answer.

A small smile graced the Marshall-Kenner's lips as she glanced over at her husband. "Kind of hard to ignore it when someone needs your help, huh?"

Jackson made a face, but before he could respond, a panicked look crossed Freya's features. "They took it," she managed out, looking between them all in fear. "The Serratura. I was meeting with a witch from the bloodline who built the lock. I was hoping she could destroy it, but it's not possible. She said the only way to get rid of it is to use it. We have to get it back and lock something else away. Anything but my family."

"Anyone up for volunteers?" Jordanna asked before her eyes settled on Jackson. "How about you, Lumberjack, feel like being trapped in a mystical, magical... thingy?"

"Not really," the man grunted out.

"Great!" Hayley smiled sarcastically. "Why don't we pay Tristan a visit and ask him really, really nicely."

"We could tag-team Aurora and throw her in there, maybe with, like, a deadly python or something, you know? So it just keeps attacking and attacking and attacking-" Jordanna's eccentric hand gestures came to a stop when she noticed Elijah walk into the room, a sombre expression ghosted on his face.

"I'm afraid we have a far more urgent problem." The Mikaelson looked over at the entrance of the courtyard just as his sister walked into the room, looking pale and tired.

"Well, to be fair, I am the prettiest urgent problem you have ever seen." A small grin laced the youngest Mikaelson's face as she lifted a shoulder in a teasing motion.

"Yes you are!" Jordanna practically squealed as she made her way over to the blonde, throwing her arms around her neck, pulling the blonde into a bone-crushing hug.

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Jordanna sat next to Rebekah on the couch, the former held Rebekah's wrist nimbly between her fingers as she examined the skull-shaped weal on her skin. Jordanna's eyes flickered up, landing on Elijah's figure as he paced around the courtyard.

"Can you not?" The vampire murmured in irritation, raising her eyebrows as he glanced her way with narrowed eyes.

Rebekah let out a sigh, "Give me the bad news, Doc."

"Aya's stake was cursd. It infected you. As this mark grows... you will go mad," Freya began, nibbling on her lower lip anxiously as she stared down at her sister.

"And... " Jordanna butted in before Freya could continue her sentence. "If we don't sort it soon, you'll become a ripper. Just like Stefan." The Jones patted Rebekah's thigh sarcastically. "Basically, if I'm being honest, Bex, you're fucked."

Rebekah let out another sigh, anger bubbled deep within her before she rolled her eyes. "Aya always was thorough."

Elijah clenched his jaw, rubbing a hand down his face as he pushed his free hand into his trouser pocket. "The Strix always employ a safeguard. In the event that we were successful at retrieving your body, you were cursed. You see, if one is on a rampage, one is not difficult to hunt."

Jordanna stared at Elijah for a moment. Why must he speak so... formal all of the time. It made understanding things a lot harder for her.

A concerned expression etched across Elijah's face as he turned to Jordanna and Freya, looking between them. "Can you fix this?" He asked, directed at the two witches; Jordanna pursed her lips, ignoring his question.

    Instead, she picked up the stake, examining it as she twirled it around between her fingers. Eyes narrowing down on the unfamiliar runes carved into the end.

    Freya, however, nodded at her brother in answer. "The spell is carved here. I can... I can reverse it." The Mikaelson rose to her feet quickly, a dazed look ghosted across her features. "I just...  need some time... and a Hell of a lot of magic."

    Before the dirty blonde could even turn to Jordanna and request for her help on the 'project' she had been allocated with, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Fortunately, Elijah was able to catch her before her body met the hard ground.

    "She was fine," Jackson's brows knitted together in worry as he watched Elijah place her down onto the couch besides Rebekah. "Jordanna healed her."

    Elijah looked down at his older sister, noting the puncture wound on her neck — it hadn't healed. "This scratch is not healed," Elijah voiced, causing the four to turn their head in the direction of the wound. All of a sudden, Elijah's face dropped of all emotion. "This is poison. This is an assassination attempt."

    "Oh yay," Jordanna said sarcastically, raising her glass of untouched blood that was previously sat atop the table. "Merry fucking Christmas."

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    "She's waking up!" Hayley announced as she noticed the Mikaelson stir from her place on the couch.

    Elijah held his hand out to Freya, who gratefully took it in her own and sat herself up. "Are you okay?" Elijah asked.

    Freya let out a staggered breath, "I feel weak."

    "Those vampires must've stabbed her with something," Jackson concluded causing everyone to look his way as they thought the same.

    "So, the Strix are fond of this slow-acting poison. There is an antidote...  If I can get my hands on it." Elijah pulled out his phone from his pocket and moved away from the group — leaving the others to think amongst themselves. Freya reached over, grabbing Rebekah's injured wrist in her hands.

    "For this, I'll need a pure silver knife, some white muskroot... "

    Hayley turned to look at Jackson. "I'll get the knife."

    "I'll track down the root," Jackson nodded towards his wife.

    The Marshall-Kenner nodded back to him in acknowledgment, before she turned to glance at the oldest Mikaelson. "Freya, you can barely float a feather right now, let alone save the world... "

    Freya shook her head in dismissal before she settled her eyes on Jordanna. "Jordanna, I know you're still having problems with your magic. I know you're weary to preform big spells but... I've been in your shoes-"

    "Gucci?" Jordanna rose a brow, deflecting the conversation. "I don't think so." A dry chuckle left her mouth.

    "Look," Freya started with a sigh. "I'll be upstairs if you change your mind. I'll channel Finn."

    Rebekah scoffed at the thought. "Oh, lovely! My fate rests in the hands of our black sheep of a brother that we have trapped in a necklace! I'm sure he's just leaping to help."

     "You and I are out of options, sister," Freya told her sternly before her eyes flitted back to Jordanna. "Like I said, I'll be upstairs. It won't hurt to try."

    Jordanna said nothing, giving Freya nothing but a nod in return.

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    Jordanna walked into Rebekah's old bedroom with a sigh, having just put Sebastian down for yet another nap. Considering today was supposed to be such a joyous day, the child showed no regard towards the Christmas decorations littering around the compound. Perhaps he was like Jordanna in that regard, not a fan of such holiday.

    Rebekah was sat on the edge of her bed, arms stretched out behind her, holding her body up as her eyes flittered across Jordanna's body. "So, this business with you and Aurora," she began. "What happened?"

    Jordanna kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes as she picked up an old, unkept magazine from the side. "Nothing really," Jordanna shrugged, flickering through the magazine pages. "We came to an agreement that she's insecure and delusional."

"No, but what did she say to you? I can't imagine you had a lot to talk about." The blonde insisted. Rebekah Mikaelson was well and truly a stickler for gossip. Whilst being trapped in a terribly uncomfortable coffin with a dagger plunged in her chest, she had missed a lot.

"Moral of the story is... crazy, crazy, crazy," Jordanna's eyes stuck on the words written on the glossy page, a sense of apathy boiling through her at the topic. "I love Nik," her voice grew higher in mocking of Aurora's words. "Crazy, crazy, crazy," she flickered through more pages, a woeful look crossing her face. "You're a whore," her voice grew an octave higher once again.

Rebekah rose her brows.

"That's it, really, nothing important," Jordanna shrugged. "It wasn't that fun, honestly."

"I can't imagine it was," Rebekah's brows knitted in disbelief. "She did kidnap you, Jords."

"Yeah... " Jordanna's own brows crinkled in confusion. "Hence why it wasn't fun, Bekah, keep up." Rebekah held back an eyeroll whilst Jordanna moved from her place leaning against a cabinet to the bed, the Jones flopped down onto her stomach with a dramatic sigh, flickering her magazine open once again.

At the sight of Hayley popping her head through the door cautiously, Rebekah smiled amicably, "Don't fret! I haven't gone full hellion yet."

Hayley rose her eyebrows, giving the blonde a sceptical look as she entered the room — joining the other two women.

At the obvious reluctance on her face Rebekah shrugged, "No more than usual."

"Well, that's good. I wouldn't want to have to kick your ass before I got to hug you," Hayley joked and Jordanna squinted her eyes.

"You say that like you have the ability to do so." The Jones muttered, eyes not straying once from her magazine.

A smile pulled at Hayley's lips as she walked towards her, Rebekah came to a stand from the bed and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. The two pulled away and Rebekah teasingly grabbed a beige sweater that was laid on her bed.

"You know, we need to talk about your sartorial choices. Now, I know this isn't Jordanna's, it's not quite slutty enough-" The Jones swiped her hand out, without removing her eyes from the page, one of Rebekah's lamps flew across the room, barely just missing her head. The blonde smiled playfully before continuing. "-But this is positively darling."

"That's not mine. It's Cami's, she and Naomi came over yesterday to check on Jordanna," Hayley chuckled, lightly shaking her head as she nibbled on her bottom lip, nervously squirming. Before Rebekah could even begin to question why the Hell Camille of all people was checking on Jordanna, Hayley continued speaking. "Actually... Jackson and I have our own place now. Although we still can't manage to stay out of Mikaelson drama."

Jordanna rolled her eyes at the words, tongue pocking the inside of her cheek. "You don't have to help us, that's your choice. We can manage, Hales." Jordanna muttered under her breath, flicking onto the next page. Ooh! Chris Hemsworth!

As of Jordanna's obvious ogling at Chris Hemsworth, she failed to notice the cold look that displayed along Rebekah's face — the darkness from her curse flared up at the mere words that left Hayley's mouth.

"You don't seem to mind the family drama when you need something from us, like a decent dress. You depend on my family, yet your mouth possesses snide comments about us if we do the slightest thing wrong, whilst you, as usual, are right."

Hayley's smile fell, her hurt eyes trying to find Jordanna's over Rebekah's shoulders, but the raven haired woman was still to consumed in the gorgeous pictures of Chris Hemsworth to take note of anything around her. "Excuse me?"

"But when you're looking for someone to blame for your unhappiness, we seem to be the enemy," Rebekah continued with the hurtful words, dark eyes zoning in on Hayley dangerously.

"Rebekah..." The brunette stuttered out, easily becoming flushed as she tried to process the harsh words and sudden mood swing. "You're wrong. This... this isn't you."

"I am wrong — I believed we were friends. Nearly sisters. But, the last time we spoke, you was perfectly fine getting rid of me whilst I was in Eva Sinclair's body, when my brothers pointed out you were not to kill her until I was in my own body... might I say you looked... pissed."

This time, Jordanna's head snapped up at the words. Jordanna hadn't a clue as to what situation she was referring to seeing as the Jones was in her coma at the time, but she was guessing it was a sore subject for the blonde.

The raven haired woman rose her brows, puffing her cheeks. "Yikes." She muttered under her breath, failing to even comprehend that it was the curse taking affect on Rebekah — if anything, she assumed Rebekah and Hayley were having a tiff.

Neither woman paid the Jones any mind, too engrossed in the situation at hand. Rebekah took a daring step towards Hayley, who in turn, leaned away from her. "So, where do you stand, Hayley? Are you a friend? Are you family?" She rose her brows, head tilting as her eyes flitted down to the slope of her neck. "Or perhaps..."

Rebekah suddenly cut herself off as she vamp-sped towards Hayley, pinning her in a choke hold against the wall causing Hayley to gasp for breath. Jordanna shot up off of the bed at the collision of Hayley's body meeting the wall, choked noises left her mouth as Rebekah's vampire face came to life.

"...You've been a foe all along."

"Ladies, please, take a chill pill. God," Jordanna groaned eccentrically, looking between the two as she stepped besides them. "You are ruining Christmas for me!"

It was only at that moment Jordanna realised it was the curse. The tightened grasp of Rebekah's hand as it wrapped around Hayley's neck, the teary, pleading eyes Hayley was sporting, the harsh, venomous spit of the Mikaelson's words.

"Rebekah," Jordanna snapped, hand curling around the blonde's forearm as she tried to tug her off of the brunette, but she came to no avail. The raven haired vampire merely tried again, but Rebekah's hand nor grip budged. "Fuck me you're strong," she muttered. "Rebekah-"

The blonde didn't acknowledge the Jones once, rather, she neared her face to Hayley's, further intimidating her — showing dominance as she wordlessly controlled the situation.

"Be honest — you want Klaus dead, don't you?" Rebekah asked, roughly releasing her grip on Hayley's throat; causing the brunette's head to collide with the wall with an uncomfortable noise. She harshly shoved Jordanna off of her, shooting her a dangerous glare.

Jesus Christ.

"Rebekah, I have been busting my ass trying to fight this prophecy, at the expense of my own family." Hayley argued back, sounding hurt and annoyed despite the fact it was the curse talking.

A bitter laugh escaped Rebekah's mouth. "Ha! You mean that fake husband you've been parading around in front of Elijah? Do you know the agony it causes him? Perhaps you like it, knowing you still have the power to break his heart."

A horrified look crossed Hayley's face at the accusation. Jordanna's eyes widened. Her mouth downturned into a grimace, her eyes flitted between the two. A smirk rested upon Rebekah's lips, Hayley on the other hand looked mortified.

"Can we cool it on the hate on Hayley train you've seemed to hop on, please." Jordanna pinched between her brows, jaw tightening.

Hayley nodded lightly, willing to brush aside the words as she knew it was merely the curse talking — but Rebekah would not let up, the blonde simply shook her head, eyes stuck on Hayley's paling face.

"You're wrong." Hayley denied her claims once she noticed the blonde had yet to stop. "It kills me to hurt him."

While Jordanna had her own opinions on Elijah and Hayley's... relationship, she kept her mouth shut. For one of many reasons. Though she wasn't Jackson's biggest fan, she didn't think it'd be suitable if she were whispering encouragements in Hayley's ear, if Jackson was a bad husband, however, she'd encourage Hayley and Elijah's relationship; but Jackson was a good man, he deserved better then he was provided with.

"Well, it hasn't yet, love, but it might today." Rebekah goaded, a sardonic smile stretched along her pink lips. Jordanna's head swivelled at the words, a bitter pit bubbled in the bottom of her stomach. She was threatening her. "You tore my brothers apart. If they turn on each other, as the prophecy suggests... " Rebekah's face flickered out once again, veins budging under her bloodshot eyes. "It's because of you!"

Rebekah harshly shoved Hayley through the glass doors of her bedroom, the brunette's body was sent reeling. The force with which they broke through the doors caused them both to lose their balance, they tumbled over the balcony railing and onto the courtyard. Jordanna raced over to the broken railing, eyes widened as she watched Hayley jump to her feet, yellow eyes bared.

"Watch the fucking tree!" Jordanna near but screeched before she turned, vamp-speeding down the stairs, almost stumbling on her heels as she dodged loose pieces of wood. Upon getting to the bottom of the stairs, Jordanna's eyes widened at the demon like eyes nurturing Rebekah's usually baby-blues.

What the actual fuck?

A wolf like rumble fell from the back of Hayley's chest, chilling her body. Before Hayley even had the chance to get into a defensive position, Rebekah sent a roundhouse kick to Hayley's stomach before she backhanded her across the face causing her to spin away, landing in a heap on the floor.

"For fuck's sake." Jordanna all but grumbled under her breath, narrowing her eyes on the blonde, sending a blistering, hot searing pain to flare within her head. The blonde cried out in a screech, hands grasping onto the wavy hair at her scalp. Her pained scream fell in mixture with an agitated one as she used all the strength in her body to pick up a chair, throwing it at the raven haired vampire — the distraction freeing Rebekah from the magical hold on her.

Jordanna ducked, dodging the chair with a frustrated grumble leaving her lips. Just when she moved to grab Hayley and remove her from the room — as it was obvious she was the reasoning of Rebekah's anger — Elijah appeared in front of his sister, grabbing her roughly by the arms.

"Listen to me! Listen to me!" Elijah commanded, looking her dead in the eye, trying to get through to her.

Rebekah struggled against his hold, her eyes still glistening pure black. A menacing sound left her lips, directed at Hayley. Elijah, noticing her attention else where, shook her to gain her attention.

"Rebekah, look at me! Rebekah!" The blonde reluctantly did so. "Control yourself."

The youngest Mikaelson sibling sighed tentatively, closing her eyes for a content moment. Hayley slowly came to a stand, her eyes meeting Jordanna's from across the room. Her eyes flitted back to the blonde's finding that her eyes were now back to their usual blue.

"Dear brother... " she tilted her head, surly eyes meeting her brother's. "I have control."

Elijah, lulled into a false sense of security, sighed in relief and released his hold on her. "Good," he breathed out, slowly nodding his head.

But within a second of letting her go, Rebekah's eyes returned black and her hand shot up; the heel of her palm meeting his chin so hard that it nearly snapped his neck with the contact. The Mikaelson fell to the floor, not expecting such reaction, which allowed Rebekah to turn her gaze back on Hayley.

Hayley let her emotion get the better of her and rushed at Rebekah to fight her, but the original, naturally, had the upper hand. The blonde vamp-sped towards her, plunging her hand into her chest, squeezing her heart tightly. A groaned, choking noise left Hayley's mouth as the grip merely tightened.

Jordanna's body moved on it's own accord upon seeing the hand in Hayley's chest. For once, she found herself being grateful of the ugly, medieval items the Mikaelson's kept hung up on the walls over the years. Such as the large, round-edged axe that was used to behead people in the seventeen hundreds or whatever, Jordanna wouldn't know, she didn't pay attention in Alaric's history lessons.

The raven haired woman gripped the wooden handle between her nimble hands, moving towards Rebekah and Hayley in haste and with no hesitation or second thought, she brought the axe down, the sharp steel slicing through Rebekah's wrist. Crimson splattered all along her face, body and shoes; coaxing her in Rebekah's blood.

Jordanna blew her hair away from her face, dropping the large axe to the floor as Hayley gripped onto Rebekah's detached hand, slowly, yet carefully, pulling it from her body.

    The scream that fell from Rebekah's lips was harsh on the ears, a deafening, agonized screech reverberated through the whole of the compound — making Jordanna feel as though her ears were to bleed. Ugh, she should've gone with Freya.

    The blonde spun on her heels, now heading for the Jones. Just then, Klaus, Naomi and an extremely confused Cami walked into the compound. The Tate vampire had dragged the Mikaelson out with her and Camille, deeming he needed to help them carry the Christmas presents they had brought to the compound.

    "What the fuck... " Naomi voiced in major confusion as her eyes flitted from the lone hand on the floor to a bloodied Jordanna and a heaving Hayley. Not to mention the rabid Mikaelson who carried a demonic sense to herself.

    "Rebekah!" Klaus yelled at his sister once he noticed her demon like eyes trained on Jordanna. With no regard to Naomi's presents, he shoved them in the brunette's arms carelessly and vamp-sped over to his sister, gripping her forearm in his grasp, holding onto her tightly before she could even move towards the Jones.

    "Not her," Klaus stated in annoyance, attempting to move his sister away from the woman he loved but he came to no avail, instead, Rebekah's eyes landed on Naomi as she moved to check on Hayley.

    The blonde spun around, attempting to lunge for the Tate vampire as well, Naomi swerved out of the way, presents in hand with wide eyes. "Watch ittt," the vampire drawled. "These are expensive."

    Jordanna squinted her eyes at the words, she kept her gaze trained on Rebekah as she spoke. "You say that as if you actually paid for them."

    "I did," Naomi defended quietly. Albeit a credit card she compelled the banker to put an obscene amount of money on.

    Klaus vamp-sped himself and his sister backwards until her back collided with the dinner table, smashing all the glasses and decorations that laid atop of it. "My fucking ornaments," Jordanna groaned, internally pulling at her hair.

    Today only reminded the Jones of her dislike towards the holiday... it always ended with such chaos.

    Cami quickly shuffled towards Hayley, leaving Naomi to fend for herself and the presents alone as she handed Hayley a black briefcase. The Marshall-Kenner nodded in thanks, taking it in her hand before she rushed upstairs to take it to Jackson.

    Rebekah, now in a choke-hold, lashed out in her brother's arms, body flailing as she tried to move. "Ah! Dear sweet Jordanna. You'll ruin each other-" the blonde used all of her strength to throw herself up on her feet, though Klaus still had his arms on her to hold her back. "-She's poison, Nik, like every woman you and Elijah bring into our lives. She'll ruin you-" A bitter laugh left Rebekah's lips as her eyes trained on Jordanna. "-And she'll have fun doing it."

    At the distraction of her words, she shoved her brother away roughly. Klaus landed next to Elijah, who had now recovered and was standing again. The younger brother turned his gaze to Jordanna, nodding his head in a silent question, are you okay? The Jones nodded back as she stood besides Naomi.

    The two brothers rushed at her, each grabbing one of her arms and threw her back onto the dinner table — Rebekah struggled under their hold, only finding her efforts to be worsening as she felt her body stiffen. Jordanna's eyes were trained on the blonde, she used her magic to keep her down against the table just as a weak and bloodied Freya made her way down the stairs, rushing towards them with a blade in hand.

    "Hold her!" The oldest sibling commanded.

    Her brothers did as told, but due to Jordanna's magical hold on her, they didn't have to do much. Freya came up behind them, pushing her way through before she hastily pushed Rebekah's sleeve up her wrist and began slicing the cursed weal off of her skin.

    Agonized, gut-wrenching screams were all that could be heard throughout the compound — Hell, even the streets. Even with amplified hearing Freya's incantation fell deaf to the ears.

    It was only a mere second later, Rebekah's body fell limp, her arm slowly healing from the injury. Her, now blue, eyes fluttered shut for a content moment — allowing her brothers and Jordanna to release her from their hold.

It was just a second later she began to stir, a pained groan leaving her mouth as she hazily sat up. Her siblings all shot her a look of concern, Jordanna and Naomi, however, looked between the blonde and the hand on the floor.

"Well that was annoying." Rebekah voiced in irritation, tone dripping with sarcasm.

A relieved sigh left Freya's lips and Klaus couldn't help but laugh at his sister's remark — a cheeky smile pulled at Rebekah's lips as they relished in the moment just before Jordanna spoke up.

"Need a hand?" Jordanna joked with an awkward smile, holding out Rebekah's detached hand, which she picked up from the floor.

A breathy chuckle left Rebekah's lips, eyes shooting up to meet Jordanna's. "You bitch."

"Are you okay?" Naomi asked her in concern, seemingly not taking her eyes off of Rebekah's amputated hand.

"She's not okay, Naomi, I just chopped her hand off. Not to mention that freaky curse."

・❥・

Jordanna stood in the courtyard, impatiently tapping her heels against the ground as she waited for Hayley and Jackson. The vampire had been running around all afternoon trying to fix the mess from earlier on.

Jackson, the ever-so-devoted husband, had asked for everyone to stay together this Christmas, allowing Hayley to enjoy her first holiday with her whole family. Jordanna wasn't much pleased with the idea, seeing as she had such a distaste for Christmas, but she pushed her feelings aside to do it for Hayley, after all that moon-howling freak was her sister.

She'd do anything for her.

That was a lie, but you get the sentiment.

The whole of the Mikaelson family resided in the courtyard, including Naomi and Camille. Jordanna turned, Sebastian in arm as she watched Elijah place a large, beautifully wrapped gift for Seb under the tree, nervously adjusting the ornaments.

A soft smile pulled at Jordanna's lips as she watched the Mikaelson in amusement. Feeling eyes on him, Elijah turned to Jordanna, smiling at her for a mere second before he focused his gaze on his brother — watching as Klaus neared the woman, a glass of champagne in hand and a cocktail in the other.

The hybrid knowingly handed Jordanna the cocktail, sending her a brief look and Elijah narrowed his eyes at the pair — watching as they fell into a familiar pattern, though they claimed they 'wasn't together' at the moment. He wasn't too sure he could handle the lost glances and the pining.

At the sound of footfalls hitting the stairs, everyone's heads snapped up — all eyes on Hayley as she immediately stopped in place, staring down at everyone in shock.

"You said you wanted a happy family Christmas," Jackson began with a soft grin. "Well, the family's all here."

Jordanna discreetly leaned into Klaus, turning her head to whisper in his ear, "He says that as if he's family."

"Play nice, Jordanna," Klaus grumbled in that same hushed tone, sending her a look before he reluctantly made his way over to Jackson, handing him a glass of wine. The Kenner wolf didn't bother hiding the shocked look that etched upon his face at Klaus' uncharacteristic kindness. "Thank you for helping Freya. Unfortunately, we're all out of mason-jar moonshine."

"Oh my God," Jordanna breathed out, lightly shaking her head as Klaus laughed at his own joke.

"Well, Nik, you are positively merry tonight!" Rebekah announced as she walked into the room, hand back in place thanks to the ever-so-kind Jones. "I wonder why." Rebekah hummed, glancing over at Jordanna slyly.

A sudden horrified look crossed Klaus' face as he noticed a large metal bowl filled with burning wood at the other side of the room. "Oh no," Klaus breathed out, an irritated look resting on his features.

A sheepish smile covered Rebekah's face. "Yes, I know it's not exactly a bonfire, but I improvised." Klaus stared at her blankly, displaying his unhappiness at the tradition. "Come on, it's tradition!"

"You... you all have a tradition?" Naomi furrowed her brows, a look of disbelief splayed on her face at the thought of the Mikaelson's doing something remotely domestic.

Klaus sighed, turning to face the vampire, "We write out wishes and then burn them for luck. Strangely, I don't recall wishing for an influx of enemies, and yet year after year... "

A smirk thinly pulled at Elijah's lips as he sipped on his wine. "How odd. Forever on Santa's naughty list."

・❥・

Jordanna had given Sebastian to Hayley to fuss over as she made her way up into her room, phone pressed up against her ear as she fiddled with something on the desk.

"Baby J." The voice greeted and Jordanna pulled a face.

"Ew, don't call me that, Marcey."

"Merry Christmas to you too," he huffed sarcastically. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Where are you?" She asked, getting straight to the point.

"My gym. Why?" The Gerard furrowed his brows, sceptically awaiting on her answer.

A smile lit up on the Jones' face. "Great! Bye-bye!"

"What... Jordanna-"

But before he could even finish what he was about to say, Jordanna had ended the call. She placed her phone down on the desk and placed two hands on the wrapped gift. Her eyes fluttered shut as she muttered a soft incantation under her breath before she felt nothing.

Over at Marcel's gym the vampire spun around upon hearing a bang, his body stilled before his eyes fell upon a wrapped present sitting on one of the benches. A scoff left his lips as he made his way over, smile playing on his face.

The man unwrapped it, finding a book, though his face dropped as he read the title. "I hate that damn girl," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

'HOW TO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR AUNT: a ten step guide to avoid incest.'

His fingers fumbled against the small note stuck to the wrapping paper. He clicked his teeth in annoyance as he read it.

'This isn't Game of Thrones, you know? It's weird. Love youu xo'

Oh God, did he want to kill her.

・❥・

Jordanna was back downstairs with everyone, watching as Sebastian attempted to shake the bell on the new tricycle Elijah had gotten him. Coming to no avail, Sebastian grew frustrated and tried to push it away but Jordanna lifted him up, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"You're not supposed to trash a present someone got you in front of their eyes," she exaggerated. "You wait until they can't see, idiot."

A small giggle left Sebastian's mouth just as Rebekah entered the room once again, now dressed in a coat, a suitcase in hand and sombre expression on her face.

"Oh, Rebekah. So soon?" Freya said, a sad look coaxing her face as she rushed to her feet to say goodbye.

"Take care of our brothers, Freya." Rebekah responded, leaning in to give Freya a tight hug, which she returned. "God knows they need it."

The younger blonde pulled away, turning to Elijah as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to Jordanna and Sebastian. The blonde smiled down at her nephew, rubbing his back. "Bye, baby," she whispered.

Her gaze then flittered to Jordanna's, she sent her a small grin. "I'm so sorry about what I said."

Jordanna sent her a grin back. "And I'm sorry for cutting your hand off, you deserved it, but still."

Rebekah feigned an offended face and swatted the Jones on the arm. "Bitch!" She scoffed before her hands reached down into her bag and she pulled out a jar, handing it to the vampire.

Jordanna rose a brow. "Thanks... ?"

"It's more a present for Sebastian. A swear jar, if you will. My nephew's going to be rich come to it."

Jordanna stared at her in disbelief, "Do you want me to have no money left? How the Hell-"

Rebekah rose a brow, eyes flickering from the jar to Jordanna.

The Jones scoffed, "That's hardly swearing, Rebekah."

The Mikaelson hummed, eyes locking onto Klaus from over Jordanna's shoulder, "Look after each other, okay? I know he can be a prick, but so can you... that's why you work. Promise me you'll look out for each other."

Jordanna turned, finding she was staring at Klaus. A sheepish look pulled on her face, "We're not-"

Rebekah sent her a look, "I'm no fool, Jordanna. I know."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jordanna smiled coyly.

Rebekah sighed, wrapping her arms around Jordanna for the second time that day. "I'll see you soon," Rebekah whispered against Jordanna's head, the vampire nodded, eyes glistening with the smallest of tears. "Don't do anything stupid," Rebekah warned, pointing a finger at the Jones as she pulled away.

"Well... stupid's my middle name, Bex," Jordanna grinned widely.

・❥・

Jordanna stood on the balcony of Klaus' room, staring out into the street, a cigarette held between her fingers. Klaus silently came up behind her, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and threw it over the balcony.

The Jones shot him an annoyed look. "That was my last one, asshole."

"And I do not care, you are setting a bad example for our child."

Jordanna sent him a look, "Yeah, because the serial killer parents and psycho relatives aren't already doing that."

"Well, that way it's everyone else messing up, meaning we cannot be blamed for out child's future discretions." Klaus defended with an amused curve sitting on his plump lips.

The Jones pointed a finger in his direction, matching his sly look. "Touché, touché..." The woman turned, resting her forearms on the railing of the balcony as she stared out at the cold night's sky. "You... you still love me after everything I told you, right?" After Jordanna had returned back to the compound and everything had calmed down the pair had that very much needed chat. Everything was out in the open and the mere thought made Jordanna feel vulnerability creeping its way into her mind. She knew he loved her, but did he love her anymore?

Klaus turned to her, sending her a deadpanned look. He gently grabbed her wrists in his hand, pulling her from the railing and into his body. "You make me want to snap your neck and strangle you from time to time-"

"-Kinky." The Jones muttered almost on instinct, as though she couldn't just shut up and let Klaus get on with what he wished to say.

Klaus rose an amused brow at her words, but nonetheless smiled. One of his hands moved from her wrist to the side of her neck, he pushed her raven hair back, allowing his finger to trace the mark on her neck.

"I loved you then, and I love you now." He told her, his hand moving up her neck slightly to angel her head towards him, so that she was now looking him in the eye. "Why are you so scared?"

Jordanna's brows pinched together as she moved her hand an inch, brushing her fingers along his jaw before she pulled away. "I'm not."

"Liar." Klaus breathed out, lips curving into a smirk as his thumb trailed down the slope of her neck, dipping lower as it followed the curve of her breast.

"I'm not lying." Jordanna defended, head spinning wildly. Her nipples tightened, pulse throbbing over every inch of her body.

"No?" Klaus asked, tilting his head as his thumb grazed over her breast.

"No. I'm not scared, I know what I want," she told him, holding back a moan at the lightest of touch. "Now, are you going to kiss me or are you going to make me beg?"

Klaus didn't give her another second to think before his mouth was on hers, soft lips pressing against her own. At first, it was soft and sweet, soft grazes making up for lost time. Soon, he was kissing her senseless, his teeth grazed her bottom lip, pleasurable pain filled her body.

     One of his hands wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her steady as he pushed her through the half-open balcony door without breaking the kiss. Their fingers flew over their clothes in a frantic rush.

    His shirt. Her heels. His pants. Her dress. Everything was in a disarray. They trailed from the door to the bedroom floor until there was nothing left. A hum rang through Jordanna's body — a tinge of forgotten electricity surged through her veins.

    He lowered his head, roughly attacking her neck with kisses. A gasp left her mouth when she felt his fangs prod her neck, skimming over the soft skin before they sunk in, claiming what was his once again. A breathy moan fell from her plump, pink lips, her fingernails dug into his shoulders harshly at the sensation that ran through her body before his lips messily met hers again.

    Her back slammed against the wall next to the door harshly, causing a gasp of surprise to fall from her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, rolling to the back of her head as his knee slid between her legs, parting them she rubbed against him. A breathy moan left her parted lips at the feeling, arousal shot through her body.

    Klaus' hand curled around the back of her neck, yanking her into him once again, crushing her lips to his, and Jordanna could swear fireworks went off around her.

    Teeth, tongues, hands, everything. They didn't care how messy it was, they only cared for in the moment. It had been the first time in a very long time either of them could feel something, feel something other than pain and longing.

     Jordanna tugged on his hair harshly, he drew her lip out in retaliation and tugged. "Quiet," Klaus told her in a low tone as a moan left her mouth. "Someone'll hear you." But before the Jones could even question his words, his hand ran up her parted leg to her core. The Mikaelson let out a low groan at her arousal. "You're killing me, sweetheart."

    His thumb circled over her clit, and Jordanna fought back a moan, arching into his hand. She only grew wetter at the touch, heart slamming against her chest. He thrust a finger inside of her, smiling sadistically when a gasp left her mouth.

    Her hips bucked once he pushed another finger inside of her, it was slow at first, but then he sped up until the only sound in the room was the mingled noise of Jordanna's moans and his fingers fucking in and out of her.

    Her plump lips were parted, eyes half closed — body trembling as she neared her orgasm. "Nik." She clutched his arm tightly, nails digging into his skin leaving crescent indents.

    "Hm?" His fingers continued that notion, watching as her body shuddered. Sweat covered both their bodies as he looked down at her. She was so fucking beautiful, he thought.

    "Fuck," she gasped, nails gripping him even harder than before. A crooked smiled appeared on Klaus' lips as he pulled his fingers out of her.

    "Don't be a dick," she groaned, watching him through hooded eyes. Choosing to be merciful, he lifted her up, and hooked her legs around his waist. "Scopami e basta."

    "As you wish." He positioned the tip of his dick at her entrance, giving no second thought before he slammed into her with one thrust, a curse shortly falling from his lips.

     Klaus sucked in a shallow breath. Even after this long he could still not get used to the way she felt around him, it drove him crazy the first night just as much as it does now.

    It didn't take him long to ignore the resistance of holding back, Jordanna only received a few seconds of peace before he slammed forward.

    Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples harder than before, and the sight alone nearly killed Klaus. He lowered his head, attaching his lips to her nipples making Jordanna's eyes roll to the back of her head.

    "You feel so fucking good." He breathed out, pulling away from her breasts with a pop. Jordanna almost came there and then just at his words, it was a rare thing when Klaus swore — but God, every time she did she thought a little bit of her died inside.

    With her legs hooked around his waist, he pounded into her core deeper than before. His hips slammed into hers with every stroke. His hand moved down, thumbing at her overly sensitive clit, feeling her body stutter against his own.

    "Nik," she spoke in the most pathetic whimper when his dick hit the deepest spot inside her. Her nails dug into his back, his muscles flexing under her touch as he pounded in her. Her back arched against the wall as she got closer and closer to losing it.

    Her eyes rolled back once again as he snapped his hips harder into her. Moving his hand from her clit, his fingers wrapped around her throat, sending her head reeling.

    When his hand tightened around her throat, she exploded. Klaus fucked her into the wall with the hardest thrust yet as his mouth fell agape and a soundless scream left her lips.

    Klaus muttered another curse word under his breath before he stilled. Her mind was hazy as he chased his own pleasure, roughly and filthily fucking her. Every sense in her body was heightened as he let out a low groan, orgasm ripping through him as he came not long after.

    Klaus fell forward, head against her bare chest, crushing her under his weight before he lifted his head, a cheeky smirk resting on his lips.

    "Feel like going again, sweetheart?"

・❥・

    Jordanna pulled back the bed sheets adorning Rebekah's unkept bed. A cold feeling chilled over her entire body before she could even properly get in it.

    A set of footfalls hit her ears and she didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, the Jones sighed, rubbing a tired hand across her eyes.

    "You told me you were getting a shower," Klaus rose an eyebrow, fiddling with the pencil in between his fingers.

    "Yeah," Jordanna nodded, pulling a face. "I did."

    "You know that's not what I mean. What are you doing in here, Jordanna?" He asked, sauntering over to her before he pulled the bed sheets back, carelessly shoving her aside before he got in with her.

    "I was trying to sleep," she shot him an annoyed look, moving over onto her side to get comfortable.

    "In here?" Klaus rose his eyebrows once again as he glanced down at her.

    Jordanna couldn't offer him any verbal response, rather, she settled on a hum of conformation. She felt as though she wanted to scream. Did she rush herself? Did she convince herself that she was fine when she wasn't? She felt all too claustrophobic, like she couldn't breath, she felt as though for a split second she was stuck in that... place again. But what scared her most of all was she didn't want to be tainted with the thought of lying next to what her mind perceived as a dead body.

    She knew if she stayed in there with him she wouldn't sleep, and if she wouldn't sleep, he'd be up all night stressing and worrying about her and she didn't want him to bother himself with such 'nonsense,' as she claimed.

    Klaus seemed to have an understanding of what she meant, he didn't say anything, only stared at her silently. Something unbeknown to Jordanna swimming in his eyes before he nodded slowly, pushing his body down further into the bed. Jordanna gave him a questioning look but he only wrapped his arms around the back of her shoulders and pulled her into his body.

    He gave her a second as he felt her stiffen at the affection for a moment before she relaxed, resting her head against his bare chest, his body heat warming her immediately.

    "I'm not gonna kill you in your sleep or anything," Klaus told her bluntly, Jordanna snorted at his words, slowly growing comfortable with the accustomed familiarity. "You know I won't hurt you."

    "I know." The Jones hummed lowly under her breath. "It's just..."

    "You're scared."

    Jordanna pinched him harshly on the abdomen, "I'm not scared, ass-face. I'm..."

    "Scared." Klaus continued with a deadpanned look, ignoring the sharp pain of her nails pinching at his skin. "Terrified, paranoid... I could go on?"

    "I'd rather you choke, actually," she told him, dragging her finger across his chest, tracing the tattoos on his body.

    "Of course you would," he grinned slyly. "Something about me being in pain seems to bring joy to you, rather odd, don't you think?"

    "Nope. Your pain is like my therapy."

    "Ah, the joys of love," Klaus spoke sarcastically, theatrically patting her arm to further his dramatics. "Tell me, what'd you wish for when we did that foolish tradition?"

    A grin pulled at Jordanna's lips, the Jones tilted her head aside, looking up at him from her place on his chest.

    "Great sex."

AUTHOR'S NOTE !
so... jj chopped rebekah's hand off!! merry fucking christmas

don't attack me but tvd klaus>> to klaus

QUESTION does jj become an upgraded vamp or no??

also what about niccolo for his name?? its italian and it sounds like kol when u say it??

AND WE'RE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO SEASON 4 AND I WANNA BE PREPARED FOR SEASON 5 BECAUSE IM GONNA MAKE IT GOOD AND IN ORDER TO DO THAT I NEED TO FIND A FC FOR MY GUY REESY SOON!! THESE ARE THE ONLY MFS THAT I COULD THINK OF WHO HAVE DARK HAIR AND BLUE EYES SO HELP ME!!!!!

ben wadsworth (right so it says he has blue eyes but they look brown to me???)

lorenzo zurzolo

tom welling

brant daugherty

if you have other suggestions here>> (but pls i need someone with a shit ton of gifs)