chapter eight

awkward encounters

・❥・

JORDANNA SIGHED AS she sat at the table in the dining room, a magazine in her hand as she awaited for the Mikaelson siblings to join her.

Klaus was the first to arrive in the dining room, walking over to her with narrowed eyes, he snatched the magazine from her fingers before staring down at her with a look.

The witch merely lifted her eyes, looking up at him through her eyelashes wordlessly as she tilted her head in question.

"Where'd you disappear off to last night?"

Jordanna huffed, snatching the magazine back from him before she opened it, finding her place, "I had a little run in with Tyler."

After killing Tyler, she hadn't returned home straight away, she took herself for some food and fed the small human hibernating inside of her, ( curtsey of Klaus, though he didn't know that she had stolen his credit card, she doubted he'd be bothered, he could compel himself more money after all. ) She then decided it'd be fun to take herself for a walk around New Orleans at God knows what time in the morning, when she had finally finished going on her little adventure she had arrived back at the Plantation and went straight to sleep ━ without a word spoken to Klaus, whether it was because she was too tired or just didn't want to, she didn't know.

Klaus rose his eyebrows. "A little run in?"

"Mhm. That's what I said."

"I suppose you mean you killed him."

"Ten points for you, Nik," Jordanna grumbled, eyes flitting to his before they fell back down to her page.

Klaus sighed in annoyance, taking a seat at the table as Rebekah entered the dining room, shooting her brother a glare as she took a seat opposite the hybrid.

Jordanna placed her magazine down on the table as Klaus gestured for one of the servers to come to him. Klaus rose to his feet, Jordanna's eyes narrowed as she watched him bite into the woman's wrist, holding a glass beneath it, catching the blood as it dripped down.

Jordanna internally sighed as she watched him take a sip, he refused to feed on her anymore now that she was pregnant, which pissed her off. She didn't exactly like the sight of him holding the compelled help so close to him . . . but in the end they died so she couldn't really complain.

Rebekah watched as Klaus sent Jordanna a grin whilst he wiped the small trickle of blood that ran down his lip, the latter rolled her eyes at the hybrid as he placed his other hand on her leg. Jordanna's fingers tightly grasped onto a fork and she brought it down onto Klaus' hand, she was still annoyed with their previous conversation and did not want him to think that everything was alright in the Mikaelson Dreamland. Klaus clenched his jaw as he pulled the fork from his, now, bloodied hand.

Rebekah's body burned with guilt, Jordanna would go mental at what she and Marcel had planned. The witch was already annoyed as it is with Elijah and Hayley, never mind Rebekah and Marcel trying to come after the man she loved.

All in all, they were fucked.

"You're quiet this morning," Klaus mused, his eyes falling onto his sister, who sat opposite him. "Have you spoken to our good friend Marcel today?"

"No. Should I have?" Rebekah asked, her face blank.

"He's been mysteriously silent, avoiding me, some might say. I thought, perhaps, he may have whispered reasons into your ear," Klaus smirked. "Along with all those sweet nothings."

Jordanna rolled her eyes, taking a large gulp of her drink.

"If I see him, I'll be sure to ask if he's still sore at you," Rebekah spoke almost spitefully, judgement in her eyes as she glowered at her brother.

"Let me give a voice to that look in your eyes," Klaus mocked. "My saintly, noble brother lies writhing in agony in the Bayou, victim of my bastard brother's bite, when just one or two drops of his blood would ease his pain."

"On the contrary, Nik. I am simply enjoying my brekkie, waiting for Elijah's healthy return."

Jordanna sipped on her water, eyes flickering up to Rebekah's for a moment in suspicion as she watched her.

"Oh, come on, Rebekah," Klaus argued, setting his glass down onto the table. "You've been giving me the devil's eye all morning, out with it!"

Rebekah avoided his and Jordanna's eyes as she looked down at her food, "perhaps I'm concerned that if I voice my opinion about what you did to Elijah I will end up on the wrong side of your toxic hybrid teeth."

Klaus slammed his hands down onto the table, "poppycock! I would never bite you. Elijah made some very offensive accusations about my intentions towards mine and Jordanna's child. He deserves a day or two in discomfort. Besides, you know my preferred method of punishment for your indiscretions is the dagger."

"No daggers, Klaus," Jordanna hummed, pointing her spoon at him momentarily.

Rebekah and Klaus stared at one another for a tense moment before the blonde rose to her feet, a sly smile plastered on her face as she leant across the table, towards her brother. "There is something fundamentally wrong with you," she whispered, looking down at him as she strode out of the room.

Klaus huffed with a smirk, bringing the last of the blood to his lips before he looked in Jordanna's direction, watching as she began to pour herself a cup of tea.

"I'll have one of those," Klaus spoke up, placing his chin in his hands as he smiled at her.

Jordanna sent him a glare, grabbing another cup she turned her head, smiling sickly at him. "Sugar?" She asked in a hum as she dropped sugar in her own cup before pouring his tea.

"No ━ " he stopped himself short with pursed lips, watching as the witch dropped a sugar cube into his tea with a plop. "Or yes, I suppose."

She sent him a sweet smile and shoved his cup in his direction, ignoring the burning drops of tea that trickled down from the side of the cup, and onto the table as she handed it to him.

"I see you're still in a mood with me," Klaus sighed, placing the cup down before wiping his hands clean of the drink.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she shrugged, glancing away from him before popping a strawberry in her mouth.

Klaus sighed, holding his arm out, gesturing for her to come to him ━ Jordanna shook her head at him. "No, fuck off."

"Jordanna, sweetheart, come here," Klaus grabbed her hand, attempting to pull her down onto his lap but she merely swatted his hand away.

"What?" She looked over at him, the hybrid rolled his eyes at her actions and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Camille is coming to write my memoirs, so you can prove to me your accusations are correct," Klaus told her, Jordanna scoffed at his words.

"They are correct," she replied.

"We shall see."

"Do you wanna die?"

・❥・

Jordanna opened the door with a smile, grasping the pizza box in her hands, she took it from the delivery boy, before grabbing his arm tightly receiving a surprised breath to escape his lips as she turned her head and shouted, "Klaus, you hungry?"

After hearing the faintest no she released her hold on the confused, flustered boy and reached into her back-pocket, she pulled out a twenty and handed it to him with a tight smile before slamming the door in his face.

Making her into the study, she ignored the sound of Cami's fingers clicking against the typewriter, she made her way to the couch and sat down, one leg crossed over the other as Klaus angrily paced around the small space of the study, merely sending her a quick smile before it fell from his lips and his blank, nonchalant expression returned.

"They have forsaken me. My siblings are as deceitful in disease just as my parents ever were," Klaus stated angrily, causing Jordanna's head to look up at him as she ate. "Accusing me of using my baby for my own gain. Trusting others before their own blood."

Cami groaned in frustration, "would a laptop kill you?"

"It probably would," Jordanna rolled her eyes teasingly, looking over at the hybrid. "He's like a billion, he's not caught up yet."

Klaus narrowed his own eyes, coming up behind the couch the witch was sat on and placed his hands on her shoulders as he looked over to Cami. "That typewriter was good enough for Hemingway."

"I see the resemblance, booze and random acts of violence."

"Elijah and Rebekah have cut to the quick with their vicious lies about me and all I've done is tried to win this battle of wills over Marcel's control of the Quarter in order to reclaim our home," Klaus rose his head as the sound of typing stopped. "Type please!"

"What's the point?" Cami exclaimed, turning her head in the couple's direction. "You just repeat the same thing over and over again. Rebekah's out to get you. Elijah's out to get you. Is there anyone who isn't plotting your downfall? I doubt you trust your own reflection."

Klaus pointed a finger in her direction, shaking his head, "Jordanna isn't plotting against me-"

"That you know of," the witch butted in, blankly looking down at her nails as Klaus rolled his eyes, fingers slipping under the sleeve of her top, rubbing circles into her skin unconsciously, Cami's eyes darted to the movement immediately, feeling someone's eyes on her Jordanna looked up only for the blonde to look away.

Klaus looked down at the witch as she lifted her shoulder, nudging him before she gestured her head in Cami's direction subtly as the blonde occupied herself with something on the typewriter.

"Told you," she whispered, looking up at him with a pointed look.

"That proved nothing, she was looking at you Jordanna."

"Are all men this dumb or just you? She looked away cause she was jealous, duh." The whispers continued.

"I'm sure," Klaus murmured sarcastically.

Wow, he was really oblivious to this wasn't he? He genuinely believed that Cami didn't think of him like that.

        Jesus.

"Have you not noticed how she's been looking at you?" Jordanna's eyes darted from Klaus' face to Cami's, his doing the same. He watched as the blonde's eyes kept not so subtly dragging down his figure.

"You know," Klaus brought the conversation back onto topic, startling the blonde, leaving her flustered as he looked back down at her. "If the daggers weren't missing, I would put one in each of their hearts. Rid myself of the burden of my siblings for a couple of centuries."

"And the brother of the year award goes to . . . " Jordanna sang, trailing off as Klaus shot her a look.

There was better ways to handle this. Rebekah, while being very suspicious, hadn't done anything yet ━ she was undeserving of the daggers. Elijah on the other hand, probably deserved a good beating, perhaps not the daggers, because he literally just got out of his little dagger induced coma. Jordanna really needed to get rid of them, Jesus. Hayley definitely deserved a beating, I mean, seriously? Running off to Elijah and telling him things that concerned neither of them . . . bitch.

"Look at you! Repeating the same destructive cycles over and over again," Cami sent him a pointed look. "You are the architect of your own unhappiness."

    I mean, she kind of has a point ...

Klaus glared at her, "I don't remember asking for your advice."

"Oh, really?" She sent him a false smile. "So, of all people in New Orleans, you choose someone with a masters in psychology to record your life story. You're over a thousand years old. Pretty damn sure you know how to type. The truth is, you compelled me to come here because you have no one else to talk to, and you want to be understood. Then, you compel me to forget everything as soon as I leave your presence because you are too scared to trust!"

Klaus' gaze darkened and his grip on Jordanna's shoulders tightened, he was mad, mad. "I'm scared of nothing. I am not scared to trust, I trust Jordanna. I did not compel you here to talk, you are simply here to write my memoirs."

   She gulped, staying silent.

     "What is that?" Klaus' eyes fell onto a piece of paper from the desk, hidden under folders and sheets and sheets of paper ━ the small, circular drawing poking out, making it visible.

Cami sighed, grabbing the paper she handed it to Klaus, fingers skimming his, longer than necessary.

Jordanna blinked.

Klaus frowned.

"Well?" Jordanna snapped, bringing Cami's attention off of Klaus. "What is it?"

"It's an ancient mystical plot I'm using to destroy you," Cami told them, sending Klaus a deadpanned look. "Relax, it's a tattoo design."

"Funny," Jordanna drawled, rolling her eyes.

        "Draw in your own time," Klaus voiced in frustration, making it clear that it wasn't up for discussion.

"This is my time. You steal it from me!" Cami exclaimed, snatching the drawing from the hybrid before she began packing up her things and stormed out of the room.

"Bye!" Jordanna called out after her. "Told you," Jordanna hummed teasingly as Klaus took a seat besides her on the couch, arms spread widely on the backs of it as he twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

Klaus shrugged lightly, "I suppose she has a small schoolgirl crush, I don't blame her, I am extremely good looking."

Jordanna rolled her eyes, sending him a look.

"You were right, okay?"

"Obviously," she mumbled. "So, what you gonna' do about her?"

Klaus smirked widely, placing his free finger on his lips. "You shall see."

"Hm, well, she's lucky I didn't stab her in the eye."

・❥・

Jordanna huffed as she and Klaus arrived at the garage ━ where, undoubtedly, they'd find Josh. Her tongue ran across her teeth as she trudged after Klaus, her feet were in so much pain.

Six inch heels, plus swollen ankles was not a good mix. Perhaps it was time to get a shorter heel. Four inch, maybe?

The couple found Josh glancing under the hood of his car, focusing on whatever the Hell he was doing. Jordanna rocked on her feet as Klaus crossed his arms over his torso, waiting for the young vampire to notice them. A moment later the vampire turned, gasping at the sight of the two.

"God, man!" Josh pressed his hand to his head, Jordanna raised her eyebrows. "And Jordanna, hello."

Jordanna smirked at the boys awkwardness, wiggling her fingers in greeting. "Josh, how are you?"

"I'm fine . . . thanks but I'll never get used to that," he sighed, pressing his hand on his chest, his other hand pointed at Klaus uncomfortably. "Why do I get the feeling that you both studied theatre?"

"No, but I think I would've been good at it," Jordanna hummed in thought, Josh sent her a nod of agreement.

"All the world's a stage, young Joshua," Klaus smirked. "And, it just so happens, I have a role of a lifetime for you."

・❥・

"Do you think Bex is up to something?" Jordanna asked Klaus, looking over at the Mikaelson as she watched him pace across the garage.

"It's Rebekah, Jordanna," Klaus sent her a deadpanned look. "Of course she is, she's always up to something."

"Huh," Jordanna let out with a smile. "I told you so!"

Klaus rolled his eyes, "yes, you were right."

"Again," Jordanna corrected. "You gotta listen to me more often."

"If I listened to every word that came out of your mouth I would be dead."

Jordanna narrowed her eyes, "that's rude, and incorrect, asshole."

"It's true- " his sentence got cut short as the roar of Josh's car engine pulled into the garage, interrupting the conversation.

Jordanna pushed her body up from one of the cars in the garage as Josh returned, getting out of his car he appeared calm as the original raised a brow in question.

"Right, so . . . " Josh shifted nervously, Jordanna's head tilted as she came to a stand besides Klaus. "Not doubting your map-vampire skills of destruction or anything, but Marcel's on red alert. Surrounded by, like, an army. You're totally boned. Unless . . . "

"Unless?" Jordanna trailed off. "Unless what, Josh?"

"I overheard him arguing with Diego. Apparently, he's clearing out the compound tonight for a date or something," Josh rocked on his feet, trying to not appear as nervous as he was. Which was a big fail. "That's where Marcel will be."

"When I run New Orleans, there will be a permanent daylight ring in it for you, Joshua," Klaus smirked, sharing a look with Jordanna. "For services rendered onto your true king."

"Cool," Josh breathed out with a smile.

"But, if you ever betray me or Jordanna, I will make sure you spend the rest of your eternal life in exquisite agony, wishing for a merciful death," Klaus patted Josh's shoulder before making his way out.

"Adios Klaus," Josh mumbled, Jordanna snorted as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Good luck," she whispered in passing, a knowing smirk on her face as she walked away, Josh turned and watched as Klaus stopped and waited for her, putting his arm in hers before speeding away.

"Crap."

・❥・

Father Kieran sat at the front of the church, he let out a small breath when he noticed the two sat behind him. Klaus took a sip from his flask as he stared at the priest.

"What do you want?" Kieran looked back down, continuing with his praying.

Klaus held the flask out to him, "it's Poitin. It'll raise the dead, kill them, and raise 'em again."

Kieran turned with a sigh, taking the flask from the hybrid's grasp.

"We're here to talk about your niece," Jordanna smiled sickly.

"I'm sure you suspect this already, by the gaps in her memory ━ I compel her," Klaus told Kieran bluntly.

"I mean, at first it was because she was nothing more than a spy, but now, it's for her own protection," Jordanna feigned sympathy, Kieran shot her a small smile before holding the flask out to her, her eyebrows raised before she pointed down to her growing bump.

Kieran sighed, taking another sip. "Right, pregnant. I forgot." He turned back to the Mikaelson. "I assumed a vampire was messing with her mind. Though I never anticipated a confession."

"She won't leave things be. Her mind churns with the permutations of what happened in this church when her twin went on his slaughter spree. Now, if she finds out what really happened, that the vampires and witch hexes were involved, she will dig and dig and dig until she digs too deep and gets herself killed."

"New Orleans will be the death of her," Jordanna sighed, shaking her head. "She needs to leave."

Klaus sent Jordanna a look, she pursed her lips. "As ironic as it may seem, we believe it should be her choice," Klaus told Kieran.

"Totally," Jordanna nodded, earning another look from Klaus, she shrugged her shoulders. If this is what Klaus meant by 'fixing' it, then fine by her. As long as she wasn't there ogling him anytime he wanted his stupid memoirs written she was okay with it.

She could finally go to Rousseau's with Klaus without the blonde's eyes on her.

Thank God.

"She's a clever girl. She gave me a piece of her mind earlier. I would have killed others for less."

"I care about her Father," Jordanna sighed measurably. "You know us witches, Father, we know when something bad is coming and I feel a war, a big one."

"And with every war, there is the innocent victim who could have been spared if they had just walked away. Please, convince her to walk away from New Orleans."

Kieran looked between the two with a sluggish nod.

Klaus rose to his feet, his hand grabbing Jordanna's as he pulled her up, "or I'll be forced to compel her to go."

・❥・

Jordanna sighed as she leant against the stone walls outside the Abattoir. Klaus had told her to wait outside, that he'd be just a minute.

A minute my ass.

Her head tilted at the sound of a whistle.

"What the fuck?" She mumbled to herself under her breath, pulling her jacket closer to her she rocked on her heels to find some warmth.

Another whistle sounded through her ears.

Jordanna's fingers drummed over her stomach as she pulled a face, cautiously looking around, she slipped into the courtyard.

This is a stupid idea.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Her eyes fell onto the sight of Klaus, the hybrid was getting attacked by a crowd of Marcel's vampires.

Well shit.

A minute my ass.

She internally groaned. The odds weren't looking great; with the amount of vampires here versus herself and Klaus. She was sure they were in deep shit.

Great fun.

Back in the Courtyard Marcel and Rebekah stood back, watching as more vampires in front of them jumped in. They failed to hear the small clicks of Jordanna's stilettoes behind them from all of the yelling and pained cries that echoed in the Courtyard.

The witch took a deep breath as she swung her bat, the barbed wire scratched along the face of a vampire causing it to cry out before she took another swing right in the skull.

As the vampire fell to the floor the witch spun on her feet upon hearing growling behind her. 

She became face to face with a vampire, his vamp face on show as he bared his fangs at her, his veins flickering under his eyes as drops of spit flew at her as he snarled at her.

Gross.

         She huffed, moving to swing her baseball bat before it was suddenly grabbed with a strong force and the man in front of her dropped to the ground. Rebekah stood behind him, the vampire's heart in her hand as she stared wide eyed at the witch, releasing her hold on the heart.

Jordanna's jaw tightened as she tilted her head slightly over her shoulder to find Marcel grasping her baseball bat in his hand. He sent her a look to which she narrowed her eyes at.

"Jordanna! What the bloody Hell are you doing?" Rebekah stalked towards her, grabbing the witch's shoulders as the Jones attempted to pull Marcel's hand off of her bat, succeeding in doing so.

"Shopping," Jordanna drawled, rolling her eyes. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing, Rebekah?"

"You're pregnant, Jordanna! The baby could've gotten hurt," Rebekah exclaimed, sharing a look with Marcel as he came to stand by the blonde's side, watching as she pulled Jordanna further away from the crowd.

"Let go of me, Rebekah," Jordanna warned.

"Hey ━ hey, ladies," Marcel waved his hands around in their faces, causing them to come to a stop. "We should-"

"I don't have time for this," Jordanna murmured, turning to go back to help Klaus before the blonde grabbed her arm.

"I can't let you do that, JJ, I'm sorry," Rebekah spoke as she grabbed the witch tightly in her arms, Marcel took the baseball bat from her hand and threw it across the Courtyard causing her eyes to widen.

Asshole!

"What the fuck are you doing?" She exclaimed, thrashing about in the blonde's arms as Marcel, too, grabbed a hold of her.

Upon hearing Jordanna's many curses directed at the pair holding her back, Klaus' head slowly rose from his chained position. His hybrid face came to surface as his veins twitched, a growl fell from his lips . . . Jordanna would laugh but she was too busy fighting off Marcel and Rebekah to pay attention.

Rebekah stilled, watching as her brother broke the chains that bound him and bit into the nearest vampire. He then proceeded to kill the vampires blocking his path.

Jordanna's head hastily shot backwards, headbutting the blonde she successfully got out of her hold, she smoothly moved away, the youngest Mikaelson being too occupied to notice as she held a hand to her head. She knew this would happen, she tried to push it to the back of her mind in hopes of her finally getting some kind of peace . . . but Klaus always won.

The raven-haired girl ran and swiftly grabbed her baseball bat from the floor, she began swinging, hitting many vampires in the right spot to break their necks.

Her head shot up with a glare as a heart went flying in her direction. "Watch it, fuckface!"

"My apologise," Klaus grunted, the anger still evident in his voice ━ though it was not directed at Jordanna. He continued tearing out a heart of one the vampire's that came at him, throwing it in the opposite direction to Jordanna.

"Marcel!" Klaus blustered, slamming a vampire into the nearest wall, drawing the Gerard's attention. "Come and finish this!"

Marcel promptly rushed at Klaus, but the blonde grabbed his arm ━ holding him back, worriedly. His eyes met hers in a silent question.

"No! Take the coin!" The Mikaelson exclaimed, shaking her head ferociously. She was almost positive of what would happen, she knew Klaus, she knew that if Marcel didn't give into him he'd kill every last one of Marcel's men ... ending with him.

"What?" Marcel asked in shock.

"He won't stop until everyone is dead. And he will kill you too," she explained hastily, pushing him toward the coin. "End this. Pick up the coin!"

Marcel was silent for a moment as he stared at Rebekah, a defeated expression crossed his face before he moved forward. "Enough!" His voice filled the room loudly causing the fighting to come to a stop ━ the room coming to a deafening silence.

The Gerard man sighed, bending down on one knee he picked up the coin, fiddling with it between his fingers before he raised it ━ holding it high for everyone to see. Marcel lifted his head at a sluggish pace, his eyes watching as Klaus migrated toward him, Jordanna following in pursuit.

Klaus' face held an amused smirk, the blood on his face trickled at the movement. "Well, well, well. The great Marcel, self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, bowing before me."

"It's kinda cute," Jordanna murmured, dragging her bloodied bat along the floor as she came to a stop besides the hybrid. Marcel looked up at the girl, he had seen her as a child, a sweet, kind child and yet there she stood ━ head to toe in his men's blood, without a care in the world.

Marcel threw the coin at Klaus' feet. "There. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours." The Gerard forced out quietly.

Klaus' smirk widened as he looked down at Marcel, while Jordanna's eyes fell down onto a dagger by the blonde's feet. Her head shot up as Klaus draped a bloodied arm across her shoulder to which she shrugged off.

"Nope! You're covered in blood and I'm still mad."

"So are you, sweetheart."

"So?"

・❥・

Jordanna walked out onto the balcony above the Courtyard as she wiped her hands clean, Klaus had given her one of his t-shirt's so she didn't have to trudge around the Abattoir in a bloodied top.

She watched as Klaus and Marcel talked on the other side before she glanced down at Diego as he poured vodka, followed by bourbon onto the many dead bodies which were covered in white sheets along the courtyard. The boy glanced up at her before taking a large swing out of both bottles.

Her hand reached down into her pocket as her phone began ringing, a small smile pulled at her lips as her eyes skimmed across the name. Taking one last look over at Diego she watched as he dropped a lighter onto the corpses, idly watching along as the bodies set aflame.

She slipped outside, tugging at the sleeve of Klaus' henley as she answered the phone. "Look who's back from the dead." The Jones teased.

"Hello to you too, Jords," Stefan's voice spoke down the phone, the smile visible through screen.

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong," she started. "But a little birdie told me that you and Katherine have been fucking."

Stefan groaned.

"It took you five seconds to bring that up," he complained. "I'm guessing Caroline told you."

"Course she did," Jordanna tutted. "It's Care, what'd you expect?"

Stefan sighed, "it just . . . happened, okay?"

"Uh huh," Jordanna nodded along sarcastically. "Because I fall into bed with someone I swear I hate on occasion, too. It's normal, Stef."

"JJ," Stefan deadpanned. "While I was . . . "

"Taking a swim with the fish? Saying hello to Carol's spirit? Finding Nemo?" Jordanna offered earning a disgruntled laugh.

"While I was . . . away, you left me hundreds of messages telling me how much you hate Klaus, yet you're in bed with him, like, literally everyday."

Jordanna sighed. "Tsk. We're together, Stef. That's different. I'm allowed to hate him and fuck him. Now, you on the other hand . . . it's more scandalous, I love it!"

"You're not getting involved in this . . . "

"I'm not," she chirped. "I'm not. I promise it's just . . ."

"What?" Stefan groaned loudly, throwing his head back down onto his pillow in the Salvatore Boarding House.

"I was still kinda' rooting for you and Care, no matter! Katherine is certainly an upgrade from Elena . . . of a sort," she grimaced, sorta' hard to be an upgrade if they have the same face, but Katherine was definitely an upgrade.

Stefan sighed, "Jordanna, stop. It was sex, that's it."

"Yeah, o-kay," she mumbled.

・❥・

Jordanna was upstairs back at the Plantation as she stuffed a load of clothes into a bag, Klaus' stuff was already in the car whilst Jordanna took forever in getting ready as she simply had too much stuff to take.

Her head snapped up as shouting sounded through the walls, she sighed.

This can't be good.

Luckily, Jordanna, being the smart person she was had silenced her heels. Weird, I know. But now she could get around without the annoying click clack of her shoes following after her.

Silently making her way down the stairs, she stood at the bottom of the steps, peering into the parlour finding Rebekah stood behind Elijah as Klaus pointed a dagger at the pair.

"You are worried that you will be left behind. Has history taught you nothing? We don't abandon you, Nik, you drive us away!" Rebekah exclaimed in slight irritation, her eyes locked onto her older brother.

"Is that so? What have I done lately, other than cooperate?" Klaus' voice was hurt yet nonchalant, his eyes glistening with tears. "I bow down to you, brother, to make up for daggering you ━ for the greater good of our plan to reclaim our home."

Tears streaked down his face as he pointed the dagger in his sister's direction. "Looked the other way, sister, while you repeat the same cycle with Marcel, falling again for a man you shouldn't be with, while he controls the empire that we built. That he took!"

The two other Mikaelson's stood, staring at him in guilt as he took a breath, his eyes found Jordanna's from atop the stairs where she watched ━ just looking at her brought him some kind of peace, a sort of solace.

"Now, I make no excuses for past sins, but in the one moment when you two could have chosen to stand by me. To believe in me . . . and believe my intentions for my own child were pure," another tear trickled down his cheek, slowly breaking Jordanna's heart.

"You chose to stand against me, to side with my enemies . . . I wanted our home back," he strode toward them in a intimidating manner. "Now I have it. Me and Jordanna are going to live there and the two of you . . . " his eyes drifted between the two as he shot them a disgusted look, his jaw tightened as he spoke. "You can stay here together and rot."

After a moment of a thick tension he came face to face with Elijah, the dagger pointed at his brother before he flipped it, the handle now pointed at the elder brother. Slowly, Elijah reached out and nimbly took the dagger, sharing a long glance with Klaus before he brushed passed them.

She watched as the hybrid strode outside, the witch walked down the final step, muttering to herself in Italian as Rebekah and Elijah turned to her before she made her way out the door.

Jordanna looked down at the newly-turned hybrid sitting on the porch steps with a sigh.

"Get up," Jordanna grumbled in passing as she trudged down the steps.

"What?" Hayley's face scrunched in confusion.

"I'm still pissed at you, but you're a hybrid now Hales, you need help adjusting," she mocked lightly. "Might as well learn to do that living with a shit ton of vampire's, besides," she pulled the car door open, finding Klaus already in the front seat ━ sending him a small smile she turned back to the brunette hybrid who had slowly started making her way towards the witch.

"You have no choice," Jordanna smiled sweetly.

{an}

cami and jj arent gonna be friends per say but more like frenemies just more on the enemy side <3

also kinda wanna make an oc to be jj's person and potentially cami's partenerrrrrrr idk for certain yet tho🤔🤔

(edited 13/03/22)