chapter four

the night we met

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JORDANNA SUCKED ON her lollipop as she walked into the Salvatore Boarding House, grumbling a series of curse words under her breath for being woken up yet again.

"Afternoon, Jordanna," Elijah smirked in mild amusement as the girl yawned.

"Fuck off," she grumbled, throwing herself onto the couch next to Jenna, sending the older woman a light smile before she tiredly shut her eyes, head rested on the Sommer's shoulder.

"So, you don't remember anything that happened?" Stefan asked Alaric after giving Jordanna a pointed look for talking to Elijah, the original, like that. The vampire took a seat opposite the history teacher, who he had healed with his blood the moment he came stumbling into the Salvatore Boarding House—body clad in rough wounds from Jordanna's vicious attack on Klaus.  

"No," Alaric shook his head. "It's like I blacked out and woke up three days later. Katherine was there."

Jordanna's head perked up at this, her eyes shooting open as she looked toward the vampire hunter, "she was?"

"Yeah," Alaric nodded in answer, turning to face her momentarily.

"Wonderful! Later losers," Jordanna grinned as she jumped up from her seat and ran to her car.

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Okay so, her original plan was to go see Katherine but driving past the Grill she couldn't resist. I mean, who would pass up the opportunity to gawk at the extremely attractive bartender, get a free drink from said bartender and some food if he was feeling generous? An insane person would, that's who.

"Hey Sebastian," she hummed at her favourite bartender as she slumped into one of the bar stools.  

"Jordanna," Sebastian winked in greeting, smirking at the girl as he wiped down the bar surface. Such a gorgeous boy, but such a man-whore!

He leant forward against the bar, their faces merely inches apart, his eyes briefly looking down at her lips while she played with the lanyard hanging around his neck. "Your usual?" He breathed out, toothpick hanging from his lips. 

She had the urge to snap it in half but ignored it. 

Don't do it.

She looked up at him in the eyes before grinning, "obviously." He chuckled deeply, walking away to get her order.

And that, lady's and gentlemen, is how you get free food and drinks.

By giving someone just enough attention.

Worked like a charm every, damn time.

It was a little while later, maybe half-an-hour or so, and Jordanna was still sat talking to Sebastian as he worked. Well, she was using her extraordinarily good looks to get more free drinks. And his number, of course. When Damon Salvatore seated himself down on the bar stool next to her. 

"Bourbon . . . " he trailed off reading the teenager's name tag. "Sebastian."

"Seriously?" Jordanna groaned as Sebastian went back to doing his job, not without sending her a dimpled grin. Ugh, so hot.

Damon shrugged innocently. "Thanks," he muttered as a different bartender handed him his drink.

"I'll have the same," Alaric spoke as he sat down, joining the two, sending Jordanna a smile in greeting eliciting in a wiggle of her fingers. His eyes narrowed on the numerous shot glasses placed in front of her and he rose a brow. "You're underage." He stated.

As he moved over to grab one of the small glasses Jordanna narrowed her gaze onto his hand and it froze in place. "I'll burn your hand off, Ricky, let's not." 

Alaric merely rolled his eyes at the teenager and waved her off in dismissal. 

"I screwed up," Damon mumbled, playing with the rim of his glass. 

"Yeah. Yeah you did," Alaric nodded his head in agreement, sending the vampire a pointed look. 

"What'd you do now?" Jordanna asked, throwing her head back as she downed one of her tequila shots. 

"What hasn't he done?" Alaric scoffed.

"Gentlemen, lady," a new voice entered the conversation. Jordanna's brows pinched together as she turned her head in confusion at the unknown, accented, voice. 

Oh lord.

My god, she stared at the beautiful man in front of her. Fuck Sebastian, who was this?

Sexy accent, sexy face, sexy hair, sexy eye's, se-

"Why so glum?" The unknown man's voice echoed through her ears, before she snapped out of her daze, realisation fell over her. God, he was gorgeous. But that was so not the point, he's the bad guy, dumb-dumb—snap out of it!

She watched closely as the man stood within a close proximity to her, a taunting smirk painted on his plump lips as his eyes flickered from her and back to Damon. "Klaus I presume," Damon said with an annoyed groan.

"In the flesh." The extremely good looking man, also known as Klaus, answered. "Thanks for the loner, mate," Klaus said to Alaric, before bringing his attention to the witch, he watched as she downed another shot before placing the glass down on the bar surface.

She noticed him looking and said nothing for a moment as she stared him down, eyes discreetly running up and down his lean figure. "Niklaus," she said in acknowledgment, his name rolling off her tongue almost naturally. 

When she and Elijah stayed at the Lockwood's—waiting for Elena to return, the conversation steered back to Klaus at one point—and one thing Elijah did tell Jordanna was that Klaus despised hearing his birth name, especially from someone other than family.

Though she didn't get the exact reaction she had hoped for as the Mikaelson merely fought off a pleased grin, instead he plastered a big, arrogant, smirk on his face. "Niklaus is the name my father gave me, please . . . call me Klaus," he insisted, grabbing her hand, pressing a lingering kiss to it. His eyes never left hers as she firmly pulled her hand from his grip, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Jordanna," she answered shortly, the blunt, hostile tone made The Original's face dance with an amused look. Regaining herself she spoke again. "Jordanna Jones," she introduced more confidently this time, giving him the same cocky smirk he had given her. What? Two can play that game.

She couldn't have him think he intimidated her, even if he did . . .  just a little. Only thatttt much.

Hardly anything really.

Damon watched the two with a disgusted face, wondering why the hell she was flirting with Klaus. So he stood up and walked in front of her, blocking her out of Klaus' view. "Any reason you stopped by?" he asked the Original.

"I'm told you and your brother fancy my doppelganger," he stated, earning a snort from Jordanna as she ordered another drink. His doppelganger?  She didn't realise Elena was his property. Ugh, men. "Just thought I'd remind you not to try anything you'll regret," Klaus continued, his lips pulled upwards as a smirk etched onto his face. 

Damon laughed but there was no humour behind it. "Thanks for the advise. I don't suppose I could talk you into a postponement by any chance, huh?" Damon asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"You are kidding. He is kidding, right?" Klaus asked, looking between Alaric and Jordanna. 

"No, not really," the history teacher answered at the same time Jordanna replied. 

"Nada," she shook her head.

"I mean, come on, what's one month in the grand scheme of things?" Damon asked, grunting in pain as Jordanna kicked him roughly in the shin—shooting him a warning look.

"Let me be clear," Klaus started, turning around properly to face the trio. "I have my vampire, I have my werewolf,  I have everything I need. The ritual will happen tonight, so if you want to live to see tomorrow, don't screw it up," he warned, sending one last smirk to Jordanna before he walked out.

Jordanna downed her drink, jumping down from her chair. "I'll be back," she muttered to her two friends before running after the Original.

She watched as he strolled down the town square, catching up to him she discreetly held a hand out, using her magic to stop him dead in his tracks.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Klaus grunted out, trying to move out of her hold as she neared him. Whatever teasing look she had plastered on her face in the Grill had gone, a more serious expression having taken over.

"Who's your vampire?" She asked, his smirk widened. 

"Ah, straight to business I see?"

Jordanna rolled her eyes and grabbed him by his forearm, her magical hold on him kept him still, so he couldn't get out of her grip. She led them to an alleyway before roughly pushing him against the wall. "Your vampire, Klaus," she demanded.

He smirked at the girl. She was ballsy, he'd give her that. No one demands things of him . . . if they did, they'd die. Simple as that. But Jordanna? He found it rather amusing, he could kill her within a second and yet here she was, throwing him about as if he was the one who could die at any given moment. If he was being honest, it was kind off a turn on.

"A blonde," he told her. "Clara, no or was it Clarice? I'm not entirely sure," he taunted in fake thought.

Jordanna groaned in frustration at his words. "Caroline," she muttered under her breath. 

"Friend of yours?" He asked. 

"Yes actually and you're going to let her go," she told him, to which he laughed in response.

The young witch rolled her eyes, with a wave of her hand she broke the Original's legs, causing him to fall onto his knees with a pained groan.

The Jones quickly muttered under her breath, doing a spell to prevent the healing as she dug the heel of her stiletto into the broken part of his leg and leant down to whisper in his ear. "Let her go," her hot breath tickling his ear.

"I'm afraid I don't want to," he told her grunting in pain. She let her head fall down, looking at the floor in thought. 

"Unless . . . " he trailed off, her head snapped up at this. "You're willing to make a deal?" He asked with a smirk.

Jordanna released the spell on him, watching as he got up, now looking down at her. "What?" she asked sceptically. "After the ritual when I break my curse, you come with me."

Her face fell flat as she watched him snap his leg back into place with a groan, "seriously? No." 

"It's the only way to save your friend," he tilted his head, grinning at the sight of her irritation.

"Then I'll find another way," she replied, taking a step back. 

"If you do anything to interfere with my ritual, and that includes finding a way to save your friend, I will kill her and then you. And believe me sweetheart, it won't be pretty," he warned, glowering down at her. "Your choice."

"No."

Klaus rose a brow as he stared down at her, "perhaps I have not made myself clear. I will tear her heart out in front of you, and then drain every, single last drop of blood from your veins. It's kind of poetic if you think about it, me killing all of your little friend-group, including yourself. Do you want her blood to be on your hands?"

He needed someone to 'help' with his werewolf venture. Wolves were hard to find these days, and torturing answers out of people could only get you so far, after all, people had loyalties. But when a pretty face enters the picture? They could talk for hours, and hours—and without knowing it, they could reveal whatever he wished to know.

In this instance, Jordanna was the pretty face that he needed to get his answers.

She hesitated, just for a moment. Caroline would die in every scenario she could think of . . . if she tried to find a way to save her—he'd kill them both. If she said no to his 'offer', then he wouldn't release her. But if she said yes, she would be safe. 

And Caroline's safety? That meant more to her than having to give herself up to Klaus.

Caroline was her best friend, she'd do anything and everything for her.

"Fuck you," she spat, narrowing her eyes at the soon to be hybrid. "Fine," she mumbled with a defeated sigh. It was for Caroline, think of Caroline.

He held his hand out for her to shake, as she went to put her hand in his, he brought it up to his lips. "Pleasure doing business with you," he muttered against her hand before speeding away.

"Well shit."

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She sauntered up to Alaric's apartment, continuing her mission to see Katherine, she knew that Klaus had stolen Alaric's residence for a bit but she hoped he was out killing children or something. 

Not bothering to knock on the door she walked in with two cups of coffee and a bottle of vodka Sebastian had stolen from behind the bar for her. "Hey Kitty-Kat," Jordanna greeted, walking into the Saltzman residence.

The two vampires turned to face the girl. "Jords?" The older doppelganger asked, face contoured with confusion.

"In the flesh," she said with a teasing grin, walking over to Katherine she wrapped her arms around her, ignoring the glare she was receiving from the Original.

"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" Klaus asked her with a piercing stare as she unwrapped herself from Katherine. "Come to make another deal?"

"Choke," she spat, not sparing a glance at the Original she kept her gaze on Katherine. "Seeing as he vamp-napped you, I thought I'd come see you. I hoped he wouldn't be here, but apparently someone has it out for me today," she told the brunette before placing the beverages onto the counter side—trying to ignore the fact that if he wanted to, he could kill her within a second.

Katherine watched the two carefully, frowning as she saw how they were with one another. Why wasn't Klaus, like, threatening her? She literally told him to choke and he did nothing. What the hell was going on?  And Jordanna? Jordanna wasn't going all psycho mode, it was weird.

"I see," he humourlessly chuckled, with a small nod. Klaus let his gaze fall back on Katherine, his eyes darkening as he went back to what he was doing before the witch came in and distracted him. "Anyway, as you were, Katerina," Klaus waved a dismissive hand. "Take off your bracelet," he said, watching her closely, she did as asked and handed it to him.

"Now, I want you to walk over to the window and stand in the sunlight," he smirked at the Petrova.

"I'd rather she didn't," Jordanna said, raising her hand waving it slightly at The Original as she walked over to the doppelganger's side.

Klaus sped over to her and grabbed her by the waist, preventing her from moving closer to the vampire. "She doesn't have a choice, sweetheart," he taunted, lowering his head to her ear.

To be fair, if she wanted to move him, she could. 

She chose not to.

Purely based on the fact that if she moved him—his entire body would go flying into a cabinet . . . or out the window. And if she did that he'd probably kill her. She didn't feel like dying just yet.

"What the hell is it with originals man-handling me. Elijah wasn't as rough as this," she exclaimed thinking back to when she had met Elijah and he pinned her to a wall after she had introduced him to Barry. 

Fun times.

"Oh yes, I heard you and my brother were friendly," he said, whispering in her ear, sending shivers down her spine—ew, stop getting all . . . tingly, it's just a man; albeit an extremely attractive man, but that was so not the point! He just threatened Caroline and herself—she wasn't allowed to feel all tingly over him. "Interesting. Now, quiet."

Jordanna watched with a frown as her friend stood in the sun and cried out in pain. Klaus, however watched with a smile, he let her burn for a few seconds before stopping her, an amused tone to his voice as he spoke. "That's enough," he dismissed.

Katherine sped to the corner of the room, cowering in fear as Jordanna watched with an unreadable expression. 

"Guess I was wrong, alright then I need you to do something for me," Klaus told the younger vampire with a mischievous look in his eye. His hands had slowly, so damn slowly moved down to her hips, his grip on her loosening—giving the Jones a chance to break free without the worry of him tearing out her fucking spinal cord.

"Does anyone have a lighter?" Jordanna interrupted, pushing herself away from the Original with a grimace, moving towards Katherine she slyly handed the doppelganger her daylight bracelet. 

Klaus narrowed his eyes at the action—looking down at his, now, empty hands, wondering how the hell she did that. Katherine pursed her lips, looking away from Klaus' accusatory eyes and turned to the Jones. "Try the cupboards," the doppelganger suggested quietly. 

The Jones nodded in thanks, moving toward the kitchen as Klaus shook his head. "I need another vampire, it seems as though somebody has gotten in the way of my plans," he began. Jordanna frowned when she heard that, Caroline was okay? Klaus pulled his phone from his pocket and held it out to Katherine, who slowly took it in her grasp. "Call Jenna."

Jordanna's head shot up at that, swinging the cupboard door shut she turned to him before Katherine could get a word in edgeways, "what? No."

"I need another vampire," Klaus shrugged, blankly staring down at her.

"So get somebody else," Jordanna told him. "It's not Jenna's fault that someone else got in your way."

Klaus rolled his eyes, "she's merely collateral, Jordanna. Watch it." He turned his gaze back to Katherine, an impatient look in his eyes, "we don't have all day, Katerina. Hurry up, would you?"

Jordanna spun on her heels, grabbing the phone from Katherine's grip, she threw it against the wall—letting the device smash against the brick. Turning back to Klaus she smiled bitterly, "find someone else."

Klaus clenched his jaw, "no."

"What difference does it make?" Jordanna inquired, tilting her head at him with raised eyebrows.

Scratch what Klaus had said about her being ballsy and smart . . . she was annoying and stubborn.

"The difference, Jordanna, is that it shows them they cannot mess with my plans," he told her sternly, looking passed her, his eyes settled on Katherine's. "If you value your life, I suggest you do it now, Katerina."

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Jordanna sat on the island in the kitchen, taking drags of her cigarette as she thought about how Jenna had been roped into all of this and was now going to die. Maybe if she had tried harder, Jenna would be free of it . . . free of spending however long idly watching by on the other-side. 

"Where's Maddox?" Klaus asked, storming back into the apartment. "He should be back by now."

Klaus sat down next to Jordanna, shoulders brushing together as he opened the laptop. A live video of Jules lying on the floor of a cellar, crying out in pain. "Is that Jules?" Jordanna asked as she took one last drag of her cigarette before chucking it in a coffee cup carelessly placed on the countertop.

"Yes, quite the nuisance to you and your friends I believe?" He responded, eyes not faltering from the screen.

"Bitch deserves it," Jordanna muttered to herself, rising to her feet as she thought back to when she had to save Caroline from the werewolf.

"It's almost time," the Original smirked, glancing out the window. The apartment door suddenly swung open and Klaus scowled as he saw who it was. "I wasn't aware you'd been invited in."

"I've come to tell you that you have to postpone the ritual," Damon stated smugly. His eyes landed on a certain witch who had now moved next to Katherine. "Jords?" Damon frowned, confused as to why she was hanging out with the enemy.

Like she had a choice, which was her own stupid mistake, she'll admit that. If she had just run the second she saw Klaus, she wouldn't be here right now, but the Original deemed her to stay so that he could make sure she wasn't going to interfere with his plans—and if she did, he'd kill Caroline.

Yay. 

"Hey D," she smiled, throwing him a wave. 

"The hell-"

Damon was soon cut off by the Original—who seemingly did not liking the two conversing right when he was talking. "Didn't we already have this conversation?" 

"Yeah, but that was before I rescued your werewolf, your vampire and killed your witch," Damon retorted, smirking ever so slightly.

"So Care's okay?" Jordanna asked, suddenly paying more attention to the conversation. She now felt better about the entire situation, she just had to make sure Bonnie survived and all will be good in the world. Except Jenna . . . oh, and Elena.

"She's safe, Jords," Damon told her, smiling softly, she sighed in relief. He looked back at the Original, "and you can kill me for it. I don't care. It was all me . . . "

"Damon, what the hell are you doing?" Jordanna spoke under her breath, watching Damon closely.

"Katerina, give us a moment." Katherine hesitated, not wanting to leave Jordanna, but did when she saw the small nod the witch sent her in reassurance.

"I've heard about you," Klaus told him, a mocking tone to his voice. "The crazy, impulsive vampire in love with his brother's girl. I knew one of you would try stop me. It was just a fifty-fifty guess on who."

He opened the laptop, facing it towards Damon. "The nice thing about werewolves is they tend to travel in packs. Need a closer look?" Klaus jeered, throwing his phone to Damon.

"Jules."

Klaus smirked, stepping towards the young vampire intimidatingly. "When you spend a thousand years trying to break a curse, you learn a thing or two," he explained, circling Damon. "First rule: always have a backup. Backup werewolf . . . backup witch, b—"

"Backup vampire," Damon finished at a mutter.

"I've got that covered too," Klaus smirked evilly before snapping Damon's neck, turning to the witch he grasped her wrist in his hand and sped off.

AUTHOR'S NOTE !

klaus and jordannnna met properly!!!

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(edited 06/05/22)

so, if there's any things that don't add up in this chapter let me know because i had to change it quite a bit and klaus and jordanna's 'dynamic' in this chapter is different -- also that's why sadly 🥲  all the comments are gone 

rip, i'll miss u