chapter sixteen

trip down memory lane

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         "THIS WAS ALL you," Elijah whispered down to Klaus' body just as Jordanna made her way back into the bedroom. Elijah told her that Klaus would need blood—but it had to be laced with vervain so he'd ingest it slower.

        She was not happy, like, her mood had literally taken a tumble down Mount Everest.

         "Did you really have to stab him?" Jordanna scoffed as the original picked up a scalpel, before he rolled his shirt sleeves up.

        "It was necessary, Jordanna," Elijah told her, meeting her eyes breifly before she looked back down at the hybrid.

        "I'm sure," she muttered. Pushing passed Elijah she snatched the scalpel from his grasp. Her eyes trailed down the red scar on the original's chest. She took a seat down on the edge of the bed before she took a deep breath, her eyes fell upon his face before she sliced along the scar. 

         Placing the scalpel on the side she held her hand slightly over his chest—not touching skin and shut her eyes, feeling the pull of the dark magic from the blade. Something inside of her just clicked with the dark magic... she couldn't explain it but it just felt right.

        As the blade lifted up from his chest a loud groan emitted from Klaus' lips. She sent him an apologetic look as his eyes fluttered open, his eyes met hers as she grabbed the dagger. She turned around and shoved the bloodied blade against Elijah's chest in annoyance—the original grabbed it with a tight smile as the blood from the blade smeared across his clean dress shirt.

        "Niklaus... it was not my desire to bring you pain, but I will not see you hurt Rebekah," Elijah leant down as he spoke to his younger brother before his eyes flitted back to Jordanna. "Now, I fear Sabine may be making a final move against us. I intend to find her and end this."

         Jordanna pursed her lips and gave him an awkward thumbs up just as Klaus spoke up. "Elijah," he muttered lowly, the original leaned forward with a frown. "You will pay for this."

        Jordanna slapped a hand over his mouth, turning to Elijah with a tight smile, "you can go now, we'll be fine."

        Elijah nodded reluctantly before turning and making his exit.

        Jordanna looked down at the original who was staring up at her blankly, she rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me like that, I'm the one who took that stupid thing out of you," she muttered, pushing her hair to one side—offering her neck to him.

        He rose his eyebrows at her before leaning forward slightly, a hand slid across the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him—fangs skimming her skin at a graze, sending a course of chills up her body before he pressed down. 

        Jordanna let out a soft groan of pain as he fed from her, "Jesus, slow down. It normally feels better than this."

         Klaus pulled away from her neck, brushing a finger over the wound as it healed—collecting the blood with the pad of his thumb before putting it in his mouth, "yes, well I suppose that has something to do with the fact that I am bed ridden and you are usually wearing far less, sweetheart."

        Jordanna looked down as his fingers fiddled with the hem of her dress, her eyes flitted back to his—giving him a pointed look. He shrugged playfully, as playful as one can be after finding out his sister and someone he saw as a son was plotted against him. His fingers tapped against her thighs boredly. 

         Jordanna sighed, placing her hand atop his as she fiddled with his ring, "Nik..."

         "No," he pointed at her, arching a brow.

         Jordanna pulled a face. "Uh—you don't even know what I'm gonna say," she defended.

          "Trust me, I do," Klaus huffed, giving her the side eye. "I'm in no mood to talk about Rebekah, she has done to me what no one else has managed through the years."

        Jordanna rested her head against the headboard and stared down at him. "And what's that?"

         "Rip my heart out."

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        Jordanna rolled her eyes as the original tried to push himself up on the bed. The witch made her way over to him, grumbling under her breath as he grunted out in pain.

        "Pussy," she whispered as she grabbed his forearm, pulling him up as he shrugged on a shirt.

        "Piss off," he mumbled as the pad of her finger trailed down the fading, red, scar that sat on his chest as he began buttoning up his shirt. 

        "Still in revenge mode?" Jordanna teased, earning an unamused look from Klaus, she rolled her eyes. "They could literally be anywhere right now."

        "Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Klaus' lips tugged slightly as he looked up at her.

        "No," she pointed at him, eyes widening in worry. "Why're you smirking? Stop it."

        Klaus merely lifted a shoulder, an innocent smile on his lips before he laid back down, Jordanna's eyes narrowed on him in suspicion. 

       "They'll need a cloaking spell," he told her as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Meaning they'll need a witch..."

        "But, who? None of the witches would-" 

       Davina

        Her face fell, they were going to bring Davina back.

        They were going to bring Davina back.

        A small smile etched across her face before her eyebrows furrowed—if they were going to get Davina back to cloak them, they were leaving, and they'd take her with them.

        "There's only one place they can go," Klaus spoke up, eyes finding Jordanna's. "Home."

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        Jordanna sat in an arm chair, cross-legged with a grimoire on her knee. She muttered under her breath as she flicked through the pages, she was trying to find out what the Hell was going on with her magic.

        She didn't know whether or not to believe what Sophie had told her about it being too much for the baby or if it was something else. If it was something else, that was just another problem for her to deal with and she did not need that.

        Her head snapped up as she heard the disgruntled noise of Klaus trying to push himself up from the bed. She rolled her eyes and shut the grimoire before she placed it down on the seat after coming to a stand. The witch rose a hand, using her magic to push him back down, he gave her an unimpressed look as he sat on the edge of the bed, she sent him a pointed look as she came to a stand in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest.

       "I don't know if you noticed, Nik, but you're, like, half dead," she arched a brow.

       "I'm still hungry. There's a fresh blood supply in the kitchen," Klaus told her, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to push himself up only for her to narrow her eyes at him, pushing him back down. 

        "We both know you prefer my blood anyway," she gave him a look.

       "Yes, well, I much prefer it when it's not filled with vervain," Klaus told her with a sarcastic smile.

        "Tough shit sweetheart, now, be a good boy and get back into bed."

        Klaus gave her an amused look, "if I had a quid for every time a woman has tried that line on me."

        "Then you'd be broke," she gave him a false smile as she tried to push him back into bed.

        "I beg to differ. Some women actually find me charming, you especially, we all know you adore the ground I walk on," Klaus teased.

        Jordanna scoffed, "okayyy, Fabio. I don't wanna hear about your sex life, Klaus."

        Klaus arched a brow in clear amusement, his lip curved slightly at her face, "Klaus? Don't tell me you're jealous, sweetheart?" His hands found their way to her hips, lazily pulling her into him.

        "I'm not," she told him with a shrug. 

        Though the amused grin on Klaus' lips did not falter, "don't worry, love, you're stuck with me forever."

        Jordanna felt her heart flutter—oh god—saying things like that make her all giddy and shit and she hated it. 

        A soft smile tugged at her lips as she listened to the hybrid talk about the night of the opera, now, I know, it wasn't such a great night—and she shouldn't be smiling at it but the sound of Klaus' voice, and how he talked about it made her smile. 

        "You like opera? That's cute," Jordanna teased earning an eyeroll from the hybrid. 

         "I always had a particular soft spot for Le Grand Guignol. I like the story. It was a tale of forbidden love," he patted Jordanna's hip, gesturing for her to move out of the way as he got up from the bed. "A 'Romeo and Juliet' of sorts. On the day they are to marry, family and long-festering hatred intervene. Thousands are massacred. A father even kills his own child in the final act. I can almost appreciate the irony," He said before making his way into the parlour. 

        Jordanna huffed as she followed behind him. "You're brooding," she announced as she made her way into the room, finding the original pouring himself a drink. "Cute, though I'm not sure that helps."

        "Not sure it doesn't," Klaus mumbled as he brought the glass of scotch to his lips. 

        Jordanna rolled her eyes as she made her way over to him, "don't bite my head off but-"

        "Jordanna, sweetheart, when you start a sentence with 'don't bite my head off' it gives me the impression that whatever it is you have to say will, in fact, make me want to bite your head off."

        Jordanna huffed. "Never mind then," she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest. Klaus sighed, giving her a look before he placed his glass onto the table—grabbing her waist and pulling her into his chest.

       Jordanna smiled lightly, placing a hand on his chest before her brows furrowed, her head tilted as her eyes narrowed. Klaus looked down at her with raised eyebrows in a questioning stare as she met his eyes.

        Ew. She could sense the witch who had taken Klaus, she could feel her aura radiating off of his skin, practically seeping out of every inch of him. Why the fuck was she touching him so much? Jesus. 

        But, nope, not the time. She didn't need to express her slight jealousy issues right now, after all Klaus still looked like he was ready to throw his siblings off of the Empire State Building or something. 

        Klaus reached down, grabbing his glass before he brought it back up to his lips. Jordanna's eyes watched him closely as he glanced out of the window—watching as the people scurried their away around the city. 

        Klaus drifted off in his thoughts—thoughts of how his brother had drove Papa Tunde's blade into his chest, how Rebekah and Marcel, two people he cared for deeply, had called the one person he hated most, feared the most. Was he really that bad? His grip on the scotch glass tightened before a soft hand was laid atop his own. 

        He looked down at her with a sigh. Oh, how she calmed him down (sometimes, either she calmed him down or added to the fuel of anger that brewed in his body), with just one touch and he almost didn't want to send Rebekah into an endless cycle of pain, almost.  

        "They do" Jordanna cut herself off as he gave her a look. "All I was gonna say is that they do love you, a lot. Elijah talks about you so much, it's disgusting."

       "Don't speak to me of Elijah," Klaus mumbled, releasing his hold on her as he made his way over to the window.

        "He loves you, Nik," Jordanna repeated.

        "Yes, he does, and he proves it time and time again," Klaus nodded. "Even when my father enlisted him to kill me."

        Klaus went on to tell her the story of how Mikael had cornered Elijah whilst he was getting ready for the Opera, trying to convince him to help him take down Klaus. 

        And Elijah declared that he would always choose Klaus.

        "Elijah has always carried guilt for that night, for not stopping our father. I told him not to blame himself. When your father wants to kill you, he wants to kill you-"

        Jordanna smiled lightly, she understood that on so many levels. 

        "-there's nothing you can do about it," Klaus shrugged lightly before his phone buzzed, the hybrid reached down into his pocket and checked it—a conniving smile pulled at his lips.  "Oh, I hate to be a know it all-"

        "No you don't," Jordanna scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

        Klaus' smile grew, "you're right, I don't. My sister and her lover have been spotted in town. So story time endeth here, I'm afraid."

        The original made his way over to a small ornament that sat on one of the tables and knocked it over, Jordanna's eyes widen as she watched him crouch down, "I fucking bought that, you ass!"

        Correction, Klaus' mind control on the banker bought it.

          Klaus looked up, smirk pulling at his lips as he pulled out a white oak stake, Jordanna's eyes widened even more, surely they were bound to pop out of her skull at any given time. 

        "No," she pointed at him. "No, no, no, no!" Her voice grew higher as her hair flailed around her head rapidly.

        "You see, unlike my father, this one cannot be destroyed," he looked down at the stake, twirling it around between his fingers before he looked up, he flashed her a grin just as he sped out the room.

       "Nik-" Jordanna threw her head back in annoyance before she chased after him.

        She made her way through the compound as fast as she could—which wasn't very fast—and turned a corner, finding Klaus feeding on a man in the street. 

        "Nik, I get you're mad, okay? But it's Bex, she's your sister," Jordanna breathed out, she wasn't lying, she knew why he was so mad, she understood why he was so mad, if it was her she'd probably want to kill Rebekah too—but that selfish part of her body, that insanely selfish part of her screamed for him to not kill her. She knew it was selfish for her to hope that, but Rebekah was her best friend. 

       She couldn't do it without her, with Caroline and Bonnie in collage and Stefan staying in Mystic Falls, Rebekah was the closest thing she had reminding her of home. And she knew that it was selfish of her to hope he'd spare her, she betrayed him but she's only human (sorta), everyone snaps eventually. 

         Klaus hesitated for a moment as he pulled away from the, now, dead man, wiping his upper lip he turned to Jordanna. 

        "And I am her brother, yet she still chose to bring Mikael to us. You yourself know that he was the monster monsters were afraid of. Come, let me show you." He grabbed a-hold of her arm and sped off. 

      "Do you have to drag me everywhere?" Jordanna uttered at a huff as Klaus released his hold on her arm, they came to a stop outside the old Opera house.

       "That night in 1919, when the Opera house burned down on this very spot? That was my father at his very worst."

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        "...And so I ran, beaten like the dog my father believed me to be and as we fled for our lives, he burnt it all to the ground, and with it we assumed, Marcel. I lived but all that we had built died, as did the last shred of me that felt human. That is what my father took from me that night."

        "Nik..." she breathed out, unknowing what to say. It was rare when Klaus got emotional, when he talked about his feelings, but when he did Jordanna did the only thing she knew to—hold him, be there for him, but right now, he was so consumed in revenge he wouldn't let her.

        Klaus cupped her cheek in his hand, resting his forehead against hers, "I promise you I will not terrorize my sister and Marcel for centuries. Nor will I humiliate or torment or dehumanize them. No, none of that. It will be quick."

        And then he was gone again.

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        Jordanna was sat on the balcony, staring into the starry night, she pulled at the arm of her jumper as she nervously fidgeted in her seat. 

        "You sure you want to be out here? We both know what the humidity does to your hair," a voice called out, Jordanna's head snapped, leaning on the other edge of the balcony was Rebekah Mikaelson herself.

        Jordanna jumped up from her seat and ran to her best friend. Her arms almost immediately wrapped around the blonde's neck tightly. 

        "You're not a bunch of ashes," Jordanna breathed out against the blonde's head, eyes burning as tears filled in her eyes.

        "No, I'm not," Rebekah sighed with a sad smile as the two pulled apart. "I just came to say goodbye."

        "Goodbye?" Jordanna's face fell. "You're leaving?"

        Rebekah nodded as tears gathered in her own eyes. "Yes, Nik and I came to a sort of all-or-nothing arrangement. I leave town for good and he allows me to. Can't pass that up." Rebekah shrugged, a smile smile twitching at her lips.

         "I get it. A thousand years stuck with him I guess you'd need a break," Jordanna chuckled sadly.

        "I just ... thank you, for helping him. You and that baby are the only hope to him finding his redemption," Rebekah spoke as tears spilled down her eyes. 

        Jordanna nodded her head, "you better visit me blondie, I'm good at keeping a secret from Nik." 

        "Well, if I can't you make sure to tell that little darling stories of it's crazy Auntie Beks, and let them know, despite my absence, I do love them very much."

        "Do you want to make me cry you old crone?" Jordanna breathed out, dramatically fanning her eyes before tears dropped. "Besides the baby will know it's godmother, I'll make sure of it."

        Rebekah's eyes widened, "godmother? But-"

        "Don't worry, Care and Bon already claimed it as well, and since I'm the mom, I can pick as many people as I want," Jordanna grinned before a grimace pulled at her face as the tears slipped into her mouth.

        "You may be a psychotic bitch at times Jordanna Jones, but you are the bestest friend a girl could ever ask for," Rebekah wiped the tears from her cheek before she pulled the witch into a tight hug. "Thank you for showing me what it's like to have a real friend."

        "It's been my pleasure Bex," Jordanna whispered as the blonde pulled away.

        The original smile at her sadly, face clad with tear streaks. "Don't die, okay?"

        "No promises."

        Rebekah choked out a chuckle before she turned on her heels and sped off.

AUTHORS NOTE

thanks for 400k on jordanna u sexies ;)

double update cos these are shorter xxioxo

was gonna make jj and bex's talk a lottttt more emosh but if i did then i'd cry and i just got my lashes done so thats a fat no xx

(edited 04/04/22)