chapter eight

surrogate mommy

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"WELCOME BACK TO Chicago, Stefan," Klaus said as he opened the SUV door, the two supernaturals following after him.

Stefan looked around in confusion, "what are we doing here?"

"I know how much you love it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" The original questioned as Jordanna looked over at the very familiar city.

"Blacked out most of them," Stefan muttered as he, too, glanced at the beautiful city before him. "Lot of blood, lot of partying. The detail are a blur," he shamefully admitted. 

The original smirked. "Well, that is a crying shame, the details are what make it a legend," he taunted the younger vampire who looked at him in confusion.

"Word was, the ripper of Monterrey got lonely so he escaped to the city for comfort," Klaus explained with an amused look on his face, glancing down at the Salvatore vampire. "It was prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun." Jordanna stood watching the city in a daze thinking back to the resident witch she had visited here a few months ago.

"Chicago was magical," Klaus breathed out as he moved to stand next to the young witch, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her body, just as she could feel his. 

"Yeah, well I'll take your word for it. Like I said I don't remember most of it," Stefan told the original blankly, looping his arm in Jordanna's. 

Klaus eyed the two as they strolled down the street, watching as Jordanna whispered something to Stefan earning a laugh from the vampire, Klaus scowled pushing down a weird feeling he had gotten from seeing how close the two were . 

"Ready to get down to business then?" He asked, causing the two best friends to stop.

"Why are we still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" Stefan asked the hybrid. He just wanted to go home and see his brother and Elena. He knew Jordanna didn't mind the company of the original, but he could tell that she missed Caroline and Bonnie.

"We're going to see my favourite witch," Klaus replied, eyes flickering between Stefan and Jordanna. "If anyone can help with our hybrid problem it's her." 

"Rude!" Jordanna scoffed at the hybrid, whacking him over the head with her bag. He hadn't even asked her to look into his hybrid problem; I mean if he asked she would've probably said no.

But that was so not the point.

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"Looks familiar doesn't it?" Klaus commented, glancing down at Jordanna who had a huge smile on her face.

"I can't believe this place is still here," Stefan said quietly, eyes flitting around the room.

"You've got to be kidding me," a familiar voice called out, causing Jordanna's head to snap in the direction of the voice. 

"So, a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender-" the original began, only to be cut off by an excited squeal.

"Gloria!" Jordanna exclaimed, running down to the older witch before throwing her arms around her. Stefan and Klaus exchanged a look at the sight before them.

"Jordanna Jones! I thought your ass was dead," Gloria spoke in a stern voice but couldn't help but crack a smile at the girl who was like a daughter to her.

Jordanna offered the woman a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry, I forgot to call." 

Gloria rolled her eyes at the girl before taking in the two men behind her. "What on earth you doing hangin' round an Original?" The older witch asked, hands on her hips, scolding Jordanna like a child.

Jordanna shrugged her shoulders, moving to grab a drink from behind the bar before her face pulled into a mocking pout, "he kidnapped me, G."

Klaus rolled his eyes at her whilst Stefan and Gloria snorted in amusement. "Puh-lease!" The older witch exclaimed. "You could've run," Gloria said, tilting her head at the Jones, they both knew if she wanted to leave she could've, a long time ago.

Jordanna simply smirked at the witch, taking a sip of her drink, "now where's the fun in that?"

Gloria shook her head before her gaze shifted over to the green eyed vampire. "I remember you," she muttered, walking closer to the two vampires.

"Yeah, shouldn't you be . . . " Stefan trailed off, not knowing what to say. 

"Old and dead?" Gloria teased causing Jordanna to laugh at Stefan's flushed state. "Now if I die who's gonna' run this place? Huh?" Gloria asked with a smile.

"Me," Jordanna said, raising her hands but was ignored as Klaus spoke up.

"Gloria's a very powerful witch," he informed Stefan with a bright smile, looking at Jordanna who was now scowling. 

"I can slow down the aging. Herbs and spells, but don't worry it'll catch up to me one day," Gloria told Stefan.

"Stefan," Klaus said, grabbing the vampire's attention. "Why don't you fix us a little something from behind the bar?" Stefan smiled bitterly in response, passing Jordanna who laughed at the irritation on the vampire's face, earning a hard smack on the arm.

"Hey! You little shit—" 

"Jordanna," Gloria scolded her, receiving a look of annoyance from the younger witch who walked over to Klaus and Gloria, throwing herself down onto the chair she propped her feet on the table.

Klaus watched in amusement as Gloria smacked Jordanna's feet from her table. "You look ravishing, by the way," Klaus told Gloria, Jordanna scoffed at the cheeky smile the hybrid was giving her.

"Don't," Gloria snapped with an annoyed sigh. "I know why you're here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels. And what you doing with my girl, Klaus? Don't get her involved in your crap—" 

Jordanna didn't pay attention to the ongoing conversation, her thoughts were filled with why she was here last time and if Gloria did what she asked. She needed to get the dagger—

"What is this?" The young vampire demanded suddenly, snapping Jordanna out of her daze. He walked over to the hybrid, a picture in hand.

"Well, I told you, Stefan. Chicago's a magical place," Klaus's lips curved into a smirk.

"But this is me..." Stefan said in confusion, "with you." Jordanna looked at the picture he was waving about in his hands, the 1920's was a good look on them.

"Why the fuck have I not seen that before?"

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"That doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asked as he, Jordanna and Klaus walked back into the warehouse.

"You said it yourself," the Original spoke with a pointed look. "That time had a lot of dark holes," he watched in amusement as Jordanna pieced it all together.

"Compulsion," she muttered under her breath, looking at the hybrid in curiosity. Why the hell did he compel him to forget? 

Stefan began to get irritated with the answers (or lack of answers) Klaus was giving him, "no, if you knew me, why haven't you said anything?"

Klaus ignored Stefan's demands once again as he sauntered through the warehouse. "I'm a little busy right now. Memory lane will have to wait," the original replied dryly, only angering Stefan more.

"What the hell is going on? Answer me!" The younger Salvatore yelled, grabbing a hold of the hybrid's arm, spinning him round to face him.

"Children. Absolute children," Jordanna mumbled with a scoff, as she fished through her bag looking for something to keep her hair out of her face.

Klaus glared at Stefan with a clenched jaw and removed his hand from his arm. 

Hot. 

That made Jordanna's knees weak. She liked when Klaus smiled and everything, but there was something about his murderous side that made her knees weak and heart flutter; it was powerful, dangerous, alluring.

And she hated that feeling.

"Let's just say, we didn't get off to a brilliant start," Klaus explained. "To be honest I hated you," he told the Salvatore bluntly with a tight smile, earning a snort of amusement from Jordanna, who stood aside, pulling her hair up with a claw clip.

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"Your sister. So, I knew another original vampire?" Stefan asked after taking in the story Klaus had told the two.

"Wow Stefan!" Jordanna exclaimed, smirking widely earning the attention of the two vampires. "Are you trying to get through the whole family? Did you get it on with 'Lijah too?" She asked mockingly.

Which resulted in getting another smack from the vampire.

Is that his kink or something? 

"Shut up JJ," Stefan rolled his eyes playfully.

"If you can't handle it, then don't ask," Klaus interrupted, walking over to a coffin.

He opened it revealing a gorgeous blonde woman who laid daggered, by the looks of her clothes she'd been daggered since the 1920's—poor thing.

"She's hot" Jordanna blurted out, staring at her.

Klaus looked at the witch with raised eyebrows. "What? I'm not blind," she defended.

"I don't recognize her," Stefan said, gaping down at the coffin.

"Don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper's worse than mine," Klaus responded at a mumble as he slid the dagger out of her chest. "Time to wake up little sister. Any day now, Rebekah," he looked between Jordanna and Stefan, rolling his eyes as he impatiently tapped his foot against the ground. "She's being dramatic."

"Orrr," Jordanna drawled. "She's been dead for, like, ninety years. Correct me if I'm wrong but . . . won't she need a minute or two?" Jordanna asked with a raised brow.

"Look, why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean, you obviously want me here for a reason, right? And what about Jordanna huh? I mean you dragged her along, but why?" Stefan demanded.

"Well you have many useful talents," Klaus replied dryly, ignoring the comment about Jordanna. Truth be told he didn't know why he brought her along, he just felt like it.

The only reason he had mustered up when she asked him, ( relentlessly ), during those few months was that she 'owed' him, and in turn she had to pay her debt by helping him—or . . . you guessed it! He'd kill Caroline.

What a lovely way start to a friendship, right?

"Do I?" Stefan retorted.

"In fact, I learnt some of my favourite tricks from you," Klaus told him with a smirk—placing a hand on the younger vampire's shoulder as he dived into another memory of Stefan and his ripper days. 

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After listening to the story Jordanna stared at Stefan with an unreadable expression.

She couldn't tell if she was proud or disturbed by the fact Stefan forced a man to drink his wife's blood. She just couldn't imagine her kind, bunny munching best friend doing that. 

Yeah . . . she was definitely proud. 

Ripper Stefan did sound like a lot of fun.

"I was your number one fan," Klaus said proudly as he stopped in front of a guard who was standing near the entrance of the warehouse. 

"Are you sure you two never-" Jordanna gestured between the two with a smirk.

"No," they both snapped, facing the girl who raised her hands in surrender, an amused look dancing across her face.

"And why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asked, following after Klaus.

"When she wakes up tell her to meet us at Gloria's bar. Then volunteer your carotid artery and let her feed until you die," the hybrid compelled the security guard, smiling as the man nodded. 

"Where are you going?" Jordanna shouted from her seat on top of one of the coffins. Klaus looked over at the girl with a sly smirk on his plump lips. 

"Stefan thinks I'm lying," he stated before looking back at the green eyed vampire. "You and I knew each other, you trusted me with one of your secrets and now I'm gonna' prove it to you." 

"How?" Stefan questioned the original with a frown.

"We're going to your old apartment. You stay here Jordanna, make sure Rebekah doesn't tear the city apart and whatnot," Klaus mocked, a toothy grin on his lips.

The Jones' mouth gaped open, "uh—what if she tries to tear me apart?!"

Klaus lifted a shoulder, "then it was nice knowing you, sweetheart."

Jordanna scoffed. "Fuck you!" She shouted as the hybrid walked off.

"Gladly," Klaus winked, laughing at the girl's obvious irritation. 

Jordanna groaned, jumping down from her seat, atop of one of the coffins. She couldn't be babysitting an Original vampire. She had business to do. She needed to talk to Gloria about the dagger before they left Chicago—she couldn't do that if she was stuck babysitting Klaus' fucking sister.

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Jordanna had grown bored after an hour or so and stole the phone off of the compelled security guard and decided to call Caroline—after all, Klaus wasn't here to break the phone before she had chance to actually dial the blonde's number.

"Carebear!" Jordanna squealed into the phone. This was the first she had spoken to Caroline in three months.

She had heard about what Bill Forbes had done to Caroline—through Bonnie, though she never actually spoke to the Bennett witch, ( she had sent her a note, via magic—Bonnie basically updated her on what Caroline had already told her seeing as she was spending her summer with her family ). 

Bill Forbes was now officially a new name on Jordanna's hit list.

"JJ!" Caroline exclaimed happily into her phone, letting out a sigh of relief knowing her best friend was safe.

"How are you? How's mama Liz? What about Bon Bon, she doing okay?" Jordanna rushed out, stopping as she needed to catch her breath. She decided against talking about Bill, she knew if Caroline wanted to talk about it, she would.

"I'm fine, Jords. Damon explained why you had to leave. Bonnie and my mom are fine, they miss you." 

"So . . ." Jordanna trailed off expectantly after a minute of silence.

"What?" Caroline groaned into the phone.

"Don't 'what' me, Care! Who'd you screw?" She asked excitedly.

"Wha—How do you even know?" Caroline asked in exasperation.

"Come on Care, it's me. I can tell," Jordanna gloated at how well she knew the blonde vampire.

Caroline was silent for a few seconds, contemplating on telling the witch or not.

"T-Tyler.." She trailed off, wincing as she waited for a response.

After a moment of silence . . .

 Jordanna gagged.

"You and Lockwood?" She snorted before she was in hysterics. "I'm sorry, what?"

"It just happened, okay!" Caroline whined.

"Wow," Jordanna muttered. "Is he any good?" 

"Jordanna!" Caroline scolded.

"What?" She rolled her eyes. "Come on Care! I need details," Jordanna told her as she pulled a cherry lollipop out her bag.

"Well-" The blonde started but was soon interrupted. 

"Wait—what happened to Matty?" Jordanna asked, popping her lollipop in her mouth.

"Me and Matt broke up the night of the sacrifice, he uh-" 

"You don't have to explain to me Care. I get it," she told her softly. "So uh, what else?"

"My mom knows," the vampire muttered.

"How'd she take it?" 

"Better than last time," Caroline said, a tint of happiness in her voice. 

"That's good then," she smiled into the phone, even though Caroline couldn't see Jordanna she knew she was, which brought a smile to her face.

"She's been asking about you," Caroline laughed.

"Oh yeah?" Jordanna chuckled.

"Yeah, she told me to tell you she's not letting you out of her sight as soon as you get back and that you're staying at the Forbes residence for a while," Caroline beamed excitedly.

"Tell her I'll hold her to that," Jordanna grinned but it immediately fell from her face as a blur of quick movement flashed through the room, earning the witch's attention.

"Uh—Care, I'm gonna' have to go. Tell Liz and Bonnie I love them. I'll call you as soon as I get a chance, okay? I love you," she said quickly into the phone before ending it and shoving it in the waistband of her shorts.

Lifting herself up from the coffin the raven-haired girl walked towards the noise. As she walked around she noticed the dead body of the compelled guard, blood pooling around his limp figure.

"And who might you be?" A feminine British voice spoke, as she pinned Jordanna to the nearest wall, hand's wrapped around her neck.

Jordanna waved her hand in the air causing the blonde to go flying back. "Jordanna. Jordanna Jones," she toothily grinned as she blew her hair out of her face which had fallen out from the previous encounter with the blonde. "Your brother left me here to babysit you."

"Jones? A witch?" The blonde spoke in realization before holding her hand out to the young witch, "Rebekah."

Jordanna eyed the hand before taking it in hers and smiled at the girl.

Rebekah smiled back at the witch hoping they could be friends. She didn't want to be judged on her brother's actions, she was grateful that Jordanna wasn't acting hostile towards her. In her a thousand years she had never made a friend that had stuck because of being on the run from her father. All she wanted was for someone to see her as her and like her all the same for it.

"How long has it been?" Rebekah asked as she eyed Jordanna's outfit—the tight top and shorts and the Jimmy Choo heels that her feet sat in.

The witch smiled sadly at The Original as they took a seat on the coffin Rebekah was previously in, "ninety years."

Jordanna watched as Rebekah's face fell and instantly felt for the girl, "I think a little revenge is in order, don't you?"

Rebekah's eyes lit up as she saw the smirk on Jordanna's face. "You and I are going to be the best of friends Jordanna," she smiled before it turned into the same sinister smirk Jordanna's face held. "What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see," Jordanna's lips twitched as she pulled the security guard's stolen phone from her waistband. "But first—I'm starving, and your brother doesn't know how to feed a human properly."

It was a little while later and the two were perched on the top of one of the coffins. Jordanna used the stolen phone to order some food to the warehouse, before using her 'amazingly, attractive looks'—her words, to lure a guy in, only for her to slit his throat.

Sorry not sorry.

She then used her magic to transfer some of the blood that gushed out of his neck into Rebekah's drink—what? She couldn't compel him to just offer up some blood and leave having no memory off it, and she wasn't going to ask Rebekah because it was a 'welcome back to the land of the living' surprise gift for the blonde. 

Rebekah sat, still in her twenties attire, and grabbed Jordanna's milkshake from its place atop the coffin and grabbed her fries, Jordanna side-eyed her before abruptly swatting the fries out of her hand, "dip them in and this friendship will be over before it's even began."

Rebekah merely sent her a look and placed the milkshake down before grabbing her own ( blood filled ) drink and brought the straw up to her lips, "do that again and your life will be over."

Jordanna turned to her and gave her a sarcastic smile, "you make such a good first impression, anyone ever told you that?"

"Surprisingly, no," Rebekah hummed. "Though I don't see why not, everyone else I've ever met has had a stick shoved up their arse."

"And what about me?" The Jones asked, arching a brow as she ate another fry. "Do I have a stick up my ass?"

"Considering you're helping me get Nik back and brought me this weird—" she looked down at the paper cup in her hand. "—Drink thing with blood in it, you're alright. It's safe to say there is no stick up your arse."

A grin laced Jordanna's lips. "Good to hear," she commented, jumping down from the coffin before coming to a stand in front of the blonde, the raven-haired Jones brushed her hair from her shoulder, showing the smooth skin of her porcelain neck. "Ready for revenge, blondie?"

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A few hours later Klaus and Stefan returned to the warehouse after waiting on Rebekah and Jordanna to show at Gloria's but they never did. Klaus had grown worried that Rebekah had done something to the witch he had grown fond of during their time together in the summer.

But don't tell Jordanna that, she'd hold his 'fondness' for her against him forever.

"Rebekah.. it's your big brother. Come out, come out wherever you are," Klaus sang teasingly as he walked through the warehouse.

His face scrunched up into a frown when he caught a smell of blood, Klaus' eyes fell on Jordanna's body, which was coated in blood. Rushing to the raven haired girl he looked for a pulse on the side of her neck which hadn't been torn out by his sister. He muttered under his breath pleadingly as he bit into his wrist, as he went to give her his blood he was tackled to the floor by a familiar blonde and stabbed with the silver dagger.

"Go to hell Nik," Rebekah spat as she glared at her brother, the blonde noticed Klaus' attention was on Jordanna's unmoving body.

"What did you do?" Klaus hissed at his sister who stood with a smirk on her face. 

"The girl? Oh, she was lovely," Rebekah taunted as she wiped the remainder of Jordanna's blood off her lips.

"If she's dead, Rebekah, so help me God—" Klaus' threat was soon interrupted by a manic laugh.

"Whoo!" Jordanna laughed as she stumbled up, hand holding onto her bleeding neck. "That was fun! Wasn't that fun, Nikky?" Jordanna breathed out, walking towards the two siblings. 

Rebekah laughed at the girl, "god, you're a bitch! That was brilliant" 

"Maybe," Jordanna shook her head with a grin, "but I'm rich and pretty so it doesn't really matter."

Klaus just stared at her with a clenched jaw, whilst Rebekah snorted in amusement.

Taking the dagger out of his chest he sent the two girls a glare. "Don't pout, you knew it wouldn't kill me," the hybrid smirked, hiding the fact that for a moment he was genuinely scared for Jordanna's life. He didn't like the feeling his body felt as she shot up, the relief. He hated it.

"No, but we were hoping it would hurt more," Rebekah snapped causing a laugh to erupt from the young witch's lips.

"Didn't expect you to be apart of this sweetheart, consider me hurt," he looked amusingly at the girl who was grinning ear to ear.

She shrugged innocently. "You said I wasn't your favourite witch," she said, placing her bloodied hand on her heart in fake sadness. "It hurt."

Rolling his eyes at the girl he turned to his sister, placing a hand on her arm. "I understand that you're upset with me," Klaus said as he turned her to face the entrance of the warehouse. "So I'm gonna' let that one go. Just this once. I brought you a little peace offering."

"You can come in," Klaus called, Jordanna and Rebekah's attention snapped to the entrance of the warehouse, the door opened revealing Stefan Salvatore.

"Stefan," Rebekah breathed out in disbelief, walking closer to him.

Klaus walked over to the younger vampire, looking him in the eyes he began compelling him, "now you remember." 

Stefan's eyes shut momentarily before he opened them. His gaze focused on the blue eyed Original in front of him. "Rebekah," he muttered in a daze.

"Stefan," Klaus sang, interrupting the former lovers' moment. 

"You couldn't give them a minute?" Jordanna whispered to Klaus who just smirked in response.

"I remember you. We were friends" Stefan said, almost in the same daze he was previously in. 

"We are friends," Klaus corrected, the two men shared a small smile.

"Do you kill all your friends girlfriends?" Jordanna questioned him earning a glare from the original.

"Now the reason you are here," Klaus said, attention back on his sister. "Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch."

"The Original Witch?" The blonde questioned sceptically, not following.

"What do you have that Gloria needs?" Klaus asked her impatiently.

Realization dawned on the blonde's face. She lifted her hand to her neck, reaching for something, when suddenly her face painted with a startled expression.

"Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!" Rebekah yelled frantically as she looked around.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "I don't know, I didn't touch it," he snapped. Jordanna's gaze moved towards Stefan, whose face looked worried, causing Jordanna to frown. 

What does he know?

"We need to find it now, Nik. Now. I want it back!" Rebekah exclaimed, causing Klaus to harshly glare at her.

"Tell me that's not what she needs Rebekah!" He yelled out in anger, grabbing a hold of her shoulders.

Ripping his hands off of her, Rebekah stormed to her coffin, frantically searching for the necklace before screaming out as she realized it wasn't there.

Stefan and Jordanna exchanged a look as Rebekah screamed, flipping over her coffin causing it to loudly break into small pieces.

Jordanna cleared her throat awkwardly, gaining the attention from the other three in the warehouse, "bad time, I know... but can someone heal me now? I'm seeing three of Stefan and it's already bad enough seeing one."

AUTHOR'S NOTE!

rebekahs hereeee

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(edited 12/02/22)