chapter nine

money, money, money

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"WHOEVER SAID MONEY can't buy you happiness clearly didn't know where to shop." Jordanna hummed as she examined the short bodycon dress she was wearing.

Jordanna and Rebekah had dragged Stefan and Klaus shopping with them—seeing as Rebekah had no modern day clothes, and Jordanna couldn't possibly pass up an opportunity to shop.

"Rebekah! Show me your dress!" The witch called out, exiting the changing room.

Stefan and Klaus sat lounging on chairs drinking champagne as they came into view. Klaus' eyes darkened at the sight of the witch and he almost choked on the champagne he was consuming.

Rebekah grumbled complaints under her breath as she exited the dressing room she was coddled in. "Wow!" Jordanna gasped as she did a one over of herself and Rebekah. "We look hot!" She grinned at the blonde.

"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah whined, shaking her head as she looked down at the black dress hugging her body.

"There's not," Klaus stated boredly as he poured himself another glass of champagne.

"So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes then?" She arched a brow. "You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers," Rebekah told them.

Jordanna tilted her head at the blonde Original as she sat down besides Klaus. "Prostitute's a bit of a stretch, Bekah. To be fair, my cheerleading skirt is shorter than that," the witch stated, crossing one leg over the other. The short dress riding up her thighs as if to further prove her point.

Klaus simply trailed his tongue over his teeth, letting the champagne glass hang from his fingertips. His lips upturned into a smirk at Jordanna's words, "as much of a pleasure it would be to see the infamous cheerleading skirt you speak of, I think my sister is having trouble adjusting to todays society."

"I wonder why," Jordanna hummed at the hybrid patronizingly. Klaus merely shrugged his shoulders with a smirk forming on his plump lips. The Jones turned to face the original fully and sent him a teasing smile. "So, do you like my dress?" 

Klaus let his eyes travel up and down her body, lingering on her lips before his gaze went back to her eyes, licking his bottom lip he answered, "you look ravishing."

Jordanna hummed in approval, a smirk tugging at her glossed lips as she turned back to face Rebekah.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Rebekah spoke up once again, "and what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident."

"It's dance music," Stefan told her, a bored tone lacing his voice.

"People dance to this?" Rebekah scoffed.

"Oh, people do a lot more than dance to this," Jordanna winked as she grabbed Stefan's champagne glass from his hand, a smirk playing at her lips. "If you know what I mean."

"Of course you'd know," Stefan scoffed out in a chuckle.

Jordanna's head whipped in his direction with narrowed eyes, "can't blame a girl for wanting to have fun, Stef." 

The youngest Salvatore raised his hands in surrender as Klaus sighed ignorantly. "Are we done yet?" 

"And why are you so grumpy?" Rebekah asked snarkily.

"I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying—one thing and you lost it," he grumbled, seemingly growing irritated.

"I didn't lose it, it's just been missing for ninety years," Rebekah snapped at Klaus before turning to Stefan and Jordanna with a twirl. "So, what do you think?"

"I like it" Stefan replied at the same time Jordan said "burn it."

"I-" 

"You said I looked good!" Rebekah gasped, pointing at Jordanna accusingly with a pout. 

"I said you look good but that dress is not it," the witch replied coolly as she jumped slightly when Klaus' hand rested on her thigh, the cold ring bands on his fingers sent a chill up her spine. She downed her glass of champagne before she explained, "it's a bit long. You're not a nun Bex, you're hot as fuck, show some skin."

Rebekah strutted back into the changing rooms, off to find something more 'Jordanna approved.' "Nice one, good work" the hybrid said, patting Jordanna's thigh slowly sending more shiver's down her spine, her stomach held a fluttery feeling—stop.

"I was just being honest!" Jordanna defended weakly, holding her hands up mockingly.

"Besides, Klaus, you're the one that pulled the dagger out of her," Stefan grumbled eliciting in a small twitch of a smirk from the original.

"I heard that!" Rebekah called from her changing room, earning a chuckle to spill from Jordanna's lips while Klaus and Stefan merely grumbled under their breaths. A few minutes later the blonde original emerged from the changing room in a white strappy top, denim shorts and a pair of heels that Jordanna had picked out for her.

"You look good, Bekah," Jordanna winked in a flirty manner receiving a snort from the blonde vampire.

"Go get changed, you're getting that," Rebekah told her newly found friend, dragging her up from her seat.

"Well, duh." The witch smirked in response as she made a beeline for the curtain.

"Ohh and get the blue one," Rebekah called into the changing room to Jordanna who hummed in confirmation.

"Blue one?" Klaus inquired with an arched brow, twirling his champagne glass between his fingers. "You never showed me the blue one, sweetheart."

"And you won't ever see the blue one, Nikky," she yelled back as she reached for the zip on the back of her dress. After getting changed she grabbed her two dresses and other items she was purchasing and exited the changing room.

"All right, I'm gonna get some fresh air," Stefan muttered as he raced to get out of the shop. He felt the sexual tension between the two and it was suffocating—he couldn't stand to be around it. 

Literally, he felt as though he would be physically sick.

✧

Jordanna's head snapped towards the entrance of the bar as Stefan suspiciously entered Gloria's.

"You left us," Rebekah commented with a slight pout.

"Yeah, sorry—retail therapy was making my head explode." Stefan responded, an apologetic, ( false ) smile sat on his lips.

"Tell me about it," Klaus mumbled in annoyance, earning a kick in the shin from the witch as she walked passed him towards the little table Gloria was seated at.

"What's she doing?" Stefan questioned as he sat down on one of the bar stools.

"She's failing," Klaus stated, irritating and impatience lacing his tone.

"It's hard to find something when you don't have anything to go on," Gloria retorted back.

"Use Bex. Here—" Jordanna held her hand out to the witch. "Channel me." 

"See? Now this one offers a solution," she smirked at the younger witch, Gloria took her hand in her own before she turned to the blonde original. "Give me your hand, sweetheart."

Closing her eyes Gloria began to chant under her breath. Jordanna could feel Gloria channelling her. She could feel the power running through her veins, her power. And God, there was a lot of it. It felt euphoric, feeling the magic, the power she held in her blood.

"She's, uh . . . she's looking for the necklace, huh?" Stefan asked, suddenly feeling on edge.

Jordanna glanced at Stefan in puzzlement. He'd been acting weird all summer. She just assumed it was because Elena died and he missed Damon or something. But it was more than that, he was weirder than usual.

"I found it," Gloria stated suddenly, letting go of Jordanna and Rebekah's hands, she made eye contact with the younger witch who furrowed her brows. Gloria simply gave her a I'll tell you later look.

"So, where is it?" The blonde inquired excitedly.

"It doesn't work like that, doll," Gloria shook her head before a sigh escaped her lips. "There's a girl with her friends." 

What the fuck? 

Jordanna's face fell into a deeper frown as she tried to piece together what the hell was happening.

"Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don't get my necklace back," Rebekah snapped.

"I'll have to dive back in to get details," the older witch muttered.

"So dive," Klaus snapped at her, receiving yet another kick in the shin from the Jones witch as he leant forward on the table. Placing his hands next to Jordanna's thighs, he sent her a glare.

"I need more time," Gloria stated, giving the hybrid a warning look who was still glowering at Jordanna for kicking him. "And space, you're harshing my juju," the witch sighed in irritation.

"We can wait," Klaus shrugged innocently.

Jordanna rolled her eyes at the original. "That's not what she asked, Klaus," she told him, defending Gloria in regards to whatever reason she wanted the hybrid gone. Klaus looked down at the witch with raised brows who retaliated by raising her own—challenging him.

Stefan stepped up, interrupting their little staring contest as he placed a hand on Klaus' shoulder, leaning down to whisper in the original's ear, "hey, you know, why don't we come back later? I'm hungry anyway. I'll let you pick who we eat."

The two originals smirked at the words that had just left the younger vampire's mouth before turning to follow the Salvatore out of the bar, upon hearing no clicking of heels behind him Klaus came to a stop, waiting for the Jones witch.

"You coming, sweetheart?" He asked with furrowed brows.

Gloria looked over to Jordanna in understanding of why she waited and headed off behind the bar to retrieve the dagger. "I—just wait there," Jordanna told the hybrid with a sigh as she made her way over to the bar.

Klaus watched in curiosity as she propped her elbows up on the bar surface, leaning forward slightly. He knew it was wrong—and he was being nosy but he couldn't help but listen to the conversation between the two witches.

"Did you do it?" Jordanna questioned, rolling her palms on the bar surface—almost anxiously. If there was one emotion Klaus had yet to see on Jordanna it was fear, she looked nervous. And if she looked nervous, something was up.

"I tried," Gloria sighed, giving the young witch an apologetic smile. "Whatever your daddy did to this . . . he somehow made the magic stronger."

Jordanna groaned in irritation, "the hell am I supposed to do with it then?" 

"Hide it," Gloria snapped quickly. Klaus' brows furrowed wondering what it  was. "Throw it in the sea. Hell, bury it. I don't care, just get rid of it, you'll be safer that way—that's all that matters."

"Agh, okay . . . okay I can do that," Jordanna muttered, a dread of worry washed over her before she covered it with a nonchalant look. "Thanks for trying, G," she offered the older witch a small smile.

Gloria walked from behind the bar with a soft smile, "of course. Anything for you, honey."

The hybrid watched with interest as Gloria handed Jordanna a long, thick dagger engraved with blue jewels. 

Jordanna looked down at in disgust and a tinge of sadness before taking a deep breath and sliding it into her bag before looking up at Gloria. "Love you," she grinned, pulling the witch into a hug.

"Love you too, kid," Gloria rolled her eyes, but her face still held a toothy smile.

Exchanging one last smile with the witch she walked to the awaiting hybrid. He wanted to ask questions but he refrained himself from doing so, if she wanted him to know she'd tell him herself.

Klaus offered his arm to the girl before smiling softly at her, the witch narrowed eyes at him in suspicion, but took his arm nevertheless.

He could be a gentleman sometimes. It was sweet, sorta'.

✧

Jordanna mindlessly played with her hair as they sat in the warehouse again. Stefan on one couch, Klaus on another with the Jones witch sat on the arm rest, Klaus' hand rested on her inner thigh. Rebekah sat on top of a crate, all three vampires busied themselves with draining girls of their blood.

"My girl's dead, I'm bored," Rebekah whined as she threw the girl off of her lap and onto the floor with a soft thud.

The hybrid looked up from his girl's neck—looking in Stefan's direction, his golden, amber eyes and fangs bared. Jordanna had to admit even with his hybrid face he was still extremely attractive. She wasn't blind, duh. She had eyes. 

"You weren't kidding about being hungry."

"Yeah. It's been a long day," Stefan breathed out, ripping his mouth away from the girl's neck, watching as her limp body rolled to the floor.

"Try being related to her," Klaus retorted snarkily, pointing his head in his sister's direction.

"Don't be a dick," Jordanna smacked him upside the head with an eyeroll, resulting in the hybrid grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her down onto his lap.

The Original expected the witch to move and throw a fit, so he was surprised when she adjusted herself slightly to get more comfortable. Throwing one arm around his shoulder, she began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You're being mean," Rebekah pouted at her brother before turning to Stefan who merely laughed at the interaction. "And why are you being mean? You used to love me."

"It's been ninety years Rebekah, give him a minute," Klaus rolled his eyes at his younger sister.

"What is with you today?" Jordanna asked him exasperated "You're being a-" Klaus' hand darting further and further up her thigh rubbing circles under the hem of her shorts caused her to shut up.

"Why are you taking his side?" Rebekah questioned her brother with narrowed eyes.

"Because, my dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn't give you what you want," Klaus sarcastically smiled in her direction, his thumb rhythmically tapped against the witch's skin in annoyance.

"Stop making me out to be a brat!" Rebekah whined, causing a snort to spill from Jordanna. "I am not a brat!" 

"A thousand years of life experience says otherwise," the hybrid sang out tauntingly.

"Well you're no picnic either," Stefan cut in. "I mean, I've only spent one summer with you and JJ constantly flirting and I feel like I want to blow my head off."

"Excuse me, what the fuck are you talking-"

"Amazing," Rebekah breathed out in a laugh, while Jordanna scowled over at her best friend.

"I need to go," Stefan said abruptly, coming to a stand before he sped out of the warehouse. 

"Where's he going?" The younger original asked, turning to her brother and new-found friend.

"To write a name on a wall," Klaus laughed, Jordanna's fingers still mindlessly running through his hair. "It's a long story."

"Don't be dramatic. You literally just explained half the story in two seconds. He kills a girl, writes her name on a wall—it's not as complex as you make it out to be, Klaus."

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Rebekah left a while ago to 'torment people', as she'd put it. Claiming she was waiting for Stefan to get back, but in reality she didn't want to third wheel with her brother and her new friend.

Jordanna was still seated on Klaus' lap playing with the necklaces that hung around his neck, while his hand was on the inner part of her thigh.

Klaus watched her closely, eyes flitting over her features—her eyes, her lips, her nose. He swore he could even see small hints of freckles tinted across her cheeks and nose. Jordanna noticed his eyes wandering across her face and pulled a face.

"What?" 

"Nothing," Klaus merely smirked. "Can't I just admire you?"

"Perhaps," she hummed, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she lifted her gaze— looking directly into his eyes before a teasing look coaxed her face. "Though, I gotta say, it's a little creepy." 

Klaus let out a dramatic sigh all of a sudden. "You know, I still haven't seen that blue dress," he rose his eyebrows suggestively.

Jordanna tilted her head and gave him a look, "and you might never see it."

"Might?" Klaus' lips upturned into an even bigger smirk.

Jordanna looked down at his plump, pink lips before answering. "Who knows," she shrugged innocently, meeting his eye once again.

Klaus chuckled, dragging her by her legs and bringing her closer to him, causing her to look up from the necklaces. She watched intently as he took one of the necklaces from around his neck and gently placed it around hers. She rose her brows in question eliciting in a smirk to pull at Klaus' lips, "it looks better on you."

Jordanna frowned, neither of them said anything, they just continued to stare at one another. Klaus grasped her chin between his fingers, bringing her face closer to his own. None of them noticed the fact that their faces were merely inches apart, their hot breaths fanned each others face. Eyes fluttered shut. The two both leaned in-

"-Why's Stefan taking so long?" Rebekah yelled as she walked into the warehouse, causing Jordanna to jump in shock, the pair pulled away, suddenly avoiding each others eyes as the Jones scrambled off of Klaus' lap, awkwardly sitting next to him.

Rebekah, not feeling the awkward tension in the room, carried on ranting about Stefan's whereabouts.

After five minutes of tense, unruly silence between the pair, Klaus went off to check on Gloria while Jordanna and Rebekah chatted, waiting for Stefan's return. The witch would've gone with him—seeing as it was to see Gloria but she felt immensely awkward, and even if she wanted to, he had muttered his exit and sped off, without giving her a chance to speak. 

"My brother fancies you, you know?" Rebekah told Jordanna out of the blue.

"Huh?" Jordanna hummed, trying to act uninterested.

"Nik. He's taken a liking to you," the Original smiled softly upon seeing the slight blush on the girl's face. Stop blushing—God! She doesn't blush, it's unnatural to her, stop!

"He, uh—he told me about your mom." Rebekah's head snapped in the witch's direction, stiffening at her words. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I understand what that's like." She told the original, tensing at the thought of that night seven years ago, (nearly eight years, now.) "It sticks with you," Jordanna chuckled sadly. "If you want someone to talk to, I'm, uh, here for you."

Rebekah's face fell. She hadn't actually witnessed her father killing her mother, like Jordanna had. But it still hurt the same, she still understood the pain the witch held. That deep hole in her heart that ached for her mother. "You don't have to tell me."

"No—I need to. It helps sometimes y'know," she muttered with tears brewing in her eyes before she blinked them away. "Besides, nothing like good ole' trauma bonding to bring people together, huh?"

After hearing the story of how Mary passed, Rebekah found herself close to tears, she couldn't help but think that the witch before her was one of the strongest people she had met. 

She was also shocked on how the Jones trusted her, as she revealed how she killed her father. Only three people knew about that.  Caroline, Stefan and now Rebekah.

The girl had called Stefan in a mess after she had killed her father. He helped her clean her dress and he helped with fixing her hair. Stefan was having a hard time, so was she, that's why she called him. She needed someone who wouldn't judge her actions. 

He walked her back to the Miss Mystic Fall's pageant and stood by proudly and watched her win. The two acting as if nothing happened, they moped back to the Salvatore house in dazes. But they had each other. 

They'd always have each other.

"Were you two close?" Rebekah's question ended the silence. 

"Who?" Jordanna asked, looking up at the original.

"The doppelganger—Elena," the blonde corrected.

"I—" Jordanna didn't know what to say. She had pushed Elena to the back of her mind to be honest. "It depends. When we were younger, we were best friends," Jordanna smiled sadly at the thought of her fallen friend. "But . . . as we grew older we clashed a lot, you know? Uh, we started to grow apart and fought a lot. But she was always there for me, through everything. It was a love-hate type of thing," the witch chuckled slightly.

"You miss her," Rebekah stated with a smile.

Jordanna shrugged not knowing how to respond. Truth be told she wasn't entirely sure if she missed Elena or not. But she should know, right? I mean your friend dies, you'd miss them? Of course you would. But Jordanna doesn't know. The past few months with Klaus, Stefan and now Rebekah was like a breath of fresh air. She felt she could finally breathe. "I just hope she finds peace."

Their conversation was soon cut off by Stefan entering the warehouse, Jordanna didn't want to intrude  the former lovers' moment, so she decided to wait outside the warehouse and have a cigarette.

✧

She sat on the curb of the busy Chicago streets, having her third cigarette. She sighed, waiting for Klaus to return so she wasn't third wheeling. If there was one thing she refused to do in her life it was be alone with Rebekah and Stefan—they had some weird tension surrounding them.

Eventually Klaus turned up and informed Jordanna of Gloria's 'disappearance'.

Bullshit.

Gloria wouldn't leave without telling Jordanna and she certainly wouldn't leave her bar. So the younger witch knew something was not adding up. 

Stefan.

As much as she adored the boy he was so bad at hiding his emotions. 

Guilt. 

Fear.

Worry.

They were the three emotions he displayed more than anything in the past three months—no matter how hard he tried to hide it and as his best friend, Jordanna sought to not mention it; she didn't want to anger Klaus and she certainly didn't want Stefan getting hurt.

"What's going on?" Klaus asked, noticing the tense atmosphere as he and Jordanna entered the warehouse.

"Something's wrong. He was asking about Mikael," Rebekah stated. "He's not with us, Nik, I can sense it."

Jordanna's eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and fear for Stefan. Oh God, please don't kill him . . . please don't kill him.

"She's wrong, Klaus," Stefan denied at a plead, face growling paler at Rebekah's accusation.

Klaus glanced towards Jordanna with a look of betrayal in his eyes before they softened noticing her confusion. In one quick movement he sped towards Stefan and snapped his neck.

"What the fuck? . . . " Jordanna mumbled under her breath, watching as Rebekah dragged Stefan's, temporarily, dead body to the back of the van.

AUTHOR'S NOTE !

how adorable 

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republished cuz life hates me :)

(edited 07/05/22)

lmao i think u can tell which chapters are edited and which ones arent bc the layout is different, but pls pls pls if theres any things that need correcting and changing in the chapters following along from this one lmk pls it helps a lot!! bye sexies