chapter seventeen

daddy dearest

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JORDANNA SPENT MAJORITY of the next day sulking. She had chose to ignore everyone as her mindset was elsewhere. Klaus. She didn't know what to think about the whole Klaus situation; she understood that he wanted his family back and he'd do anything to get them back but he had made her a promise and then broke it.

She didn't like to ask much of people but when she did they had a habit of fucking it up.

Jordanna sat atop the kitchen counter, legs crisscrossed as she ate her cereal, a cigarette held in her spare hand. She shifted slightly as she felt the air in the room shift. "Elijah," she greeted casually, fidgeting in place.

"Hello Jordanna," Elijah smiled warmly at the girl as she turned around to face him.

"Thought you were hibernating," Jordanna spoke dryly, continuing to eat her breakfast. "Who do I have to thank for undaggering you?"

"Not Niklaus," Elijah responded coolly, Jordanna rolled her eyes at his vague answer.

"Right. Anyways, whilst it is lovely to see you again, can I ask why the fuck you're in my house?"

"I was hoping you'd accompany me to a dinner I am hosting later this evening," the original informed her with a small smirk.

"Okay . . ." the witch dragged out as she blew smoke from her lips. "And who would be attending this little dinner of yours?"

"Damon and Stefan Salvatore, and of course Niklaus," Elijah answered her as he took a seat at the dining table.

"Yeah- I'd rather slam my tongue into a car door but thanks for asking," Jordanna smiled tightly as she placed her empty bowl in the kitchen sink before taking a seat at the table besides Elijah.

Elijah raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid it wasn't a request Jordanna."

The witch groaned, throwing her head back in annoyance, "why do you want me there?"

"I enjoy your company," Elijah admitted, sending her a smile. "Besides what better way to get revenge on Niklaus for daggering me than bringing you as my date?"

A smirk slipped onto the witch's lips—a chance to piss of Klaus.

Of course she was going to go.

"Well if you must insist," Jordanna teased.

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"You look stunning Miss. Jones," Elijah smiled as he opened the door for Jordanna, letting her into the large house.

"Elijah, please, I'm not fifty, don't call me that or I'll have to shoot myself," Jordanna teased as she made her way into the foyer, the Salvatore's following slowly behind her—both wondering what the Hell she was doing there.

Elijah grinned at her before turning around. "Niklaus, our guests have arrived." He announced.

The hybrid strode into the foyer confidence oozing from him before it faltered as he caught sight of the witch. His eyes dragged up and down her body; taking in her appearance. She looked good, she always looked good but tonight she looked extraordinary. 

Klaus forced himself to look else where as he spoke. "Damon, Stefan—Elijah tells me you seek an audience," his eyes couldn't help but trail back to Jordanna and Elijah. His eyes fell upon Elijah's hand that rested upon the witch's bare back. He clenched his jaw as his eyes met Jones', "Jordanna sweetheart, always a pleasure. Though I was not notified that you would be joining us."

"My apologies brother it must have slipped my mind," Elijah spoke, his tone smug. Klaus' eyes narrowed at the elder Mikaelson before his eyes returned to Jordanna, who's face held a smirk; she was enjoying this.

"Well," Klaus' words were sharp. "Let's discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men shall we?"

Jordanna cleared her throat.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "And lady." The hybrid turned on his heels and gestured for them to follow him—food was already prepared and there was compelled woman stood, pulling out chairs for them to sit at.

"It's better to indulge him," Elijah spoke as he noticed the hesitant look on the Salvatores faces.

"I bet it is," the witch mumbled as she made her way over.

"I didn't come here to eat, Klaus. 'Fact I didn't want to come here at all. But I was told I had to 'cause you would hear us out," Stefan interjected.

"Well, we can sit and eat, or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides. The choice is yours," Klaus responded as he pulled out the chair next to his own—for Jordanna, his eyes watched the witch closely as she hesitantly took the seat in-between him and Elijah.

Jordanna sighed as she took a large gulp of wine that was placed on the table, she had a feeling that if she wanted to survive tonight she would have to have a lot to drink. The tension was uncomfortable, the only sound heard in the dining room was the clattering of the cutlery hitting the dishes.

"You lost your appetite," Klaus spoke from his place alongside Jordanna. His voice sent a chill down her spine, she missed his voice—spending over a week ignoring someone was a lot harder than she thought.

"Eat," Damon nudged Stefan, sending him a pointed look. "I thought we agreed that we would leave grumpy Stefan at home."

Stefan sighed as he brought his fork to his mouth, Jordanna caught the broody look he sent her—his eyes had a tinge of sadness deep within them.

Too bad she didn't care.

Klaus smirked watching the vampire pick at his food, "that's the spirit. Isn't it nice, the five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from my brother?" He asked placing his hand on the girls thigh under the table causing her eyes to widen.

"You removed the dagger?" Jordanna asked Damon, acknowledging him for the first time properly in ages. The Salvatore vampire nodded. "At least you did something right."

Damon rolled his eyes at the younger girl, ignoring her dig. "Well I know how he felt about you so I figured the more the merrier," the vampire answered Klaus, sending a playful wink to Elijah.

"Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the century, but we always make it through," Klaus spoke, squeezing Jordanna's thigh as the words left his mouth causing the Jones to send him a pointed look to which he responded by sending her a smug grin.

Smug asshole. God, she wished she could stab him with her fork.

"Kind of like you and Rebekah, right?" Stefan asked the hybrid, taking a sip of his wine. "Where is she by the way? Last I checked she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her."

Jordanna quietly chuckled at Stefan—his attempts to cause havoc were simply amusing to her.

"If you're referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I've already come clean to Elijah," Klaus replied, narrowing his eyes at the witch as she attempted to remove his hand from her leg.

Key word—attempted.

"Hey Stef, remember when you killed dad? Might want to dial it down on the judgement until desert," Damon said as he glared at his brother.

Jordanna chocked on her drink, a spluttered chuckle left her lips.

Stefan sent a glare to the witch, "you can't laugh Jords. You killed your dad too," Stefan placed his index finger under his chin in fake thought, "I remember it clearly seeing as I was there."

Jordanna squeezed her fist—giving the vampire an aneurism. "Shut up, asshat," she hissed, kicking him harshly in the leg.

Damon's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the Jones in confusion, "you said that some crazy guy found him and killed him."

Jordanna pursed her lips, ignoring the side glances Klaus and Elijah were sending her. "Did I? Sorry, I meant me, I'm the crazy guy that killed daddy dearest."

Klaus placed his hand on the witch's fist—which was still giving Stefan an aneurism. "You might want to slow down, sweetheart, can't have my guests' brains blown out before we get down to business, can we?"

Jordanna ran her tongue across her teeth in annoyance as she reluctantly released her hold on Stefan.

"We're here to make a deal, Damon," Stefan panted out, catching his breath. "Doesn't mean we have to kiss ass for seven courses." Jordanna could tell the younger vampire was beginning to get frustrated with the situation and couldn't help but feel the same. Klaus was doing everything in his power to get some sort of reaction out of her, as his hand on her thigh wandered ever so slightly every now and then.

"Remove your hand before I remove it for you," Jordanna hissed under her breath, extremely tempted to stab him with a fork. 

Klaus merely smirked in amusement, "I must say you look stunning tonight, sweetheart."

The witch rolled her eyes not before she muttered a small, "I know, thank you." Jordanna turned to a servant and held her glass out, "Can I have a refill? Scratch that can you bring the whole bottle?"

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"So, Stefan," Elijah started, trying to diffuse the tension between the people gathered around the table. "Where is the lovely Elena tonight?"

"I don't know. Ask Damon," Stefan replied bitterly causing Jordanna to choke on her food as Klaus laughed and Elijah looked extremely clueless.

"I'm sorry you've missed so much," Klaus chuckled at his brother, clasping his hands together. "Ah, trouble in paradise," he told Elijah, placing his chin in his palms.

Stefan narrowed his eyes at the hybrid, "one more word about Elena and this dinner is over."

Klaus smiled back, holding his finger to his lips earning a small laugh from Jordanna as their eyes briefly met.

"You know what? Probably best to keep Elena in the 'do not discuss' pile," Damon spoke up, an awkward, tight smile sat on his lips.

"Agreed," Jordanna chimed, taking a large sip of wine.

"It's just the allure of the Petrova doppelganger, still so strong. What do you say brother, should we tell them about Tatia?"

No.

"Now why should we discuss matters long since resolved?" Elijah asked as he spared a glance at Jordanna, before his eyes returned to his brother.

"Well, given their shared affection for both Elena and Katerina, I think our guests might be curious to learn about the originator of the Petrova line," Klaus reasoned, a grin slipping across his face.

"Well, we're not going anywhere Elijah. Please, do tell," Damon said encouragingly, taking a sip from his glass.

"When our family first settled here, there was a girl named Tatia. She was a exquisite beauty. Every boy of age desired to be her suitor, even though she'd had a child by another man and none loved her more than Niklaus," Elijah explained causing Klaus to smirk.

"I'd say there was one who loved her at least as much."

"Wait a minute," Stefan spoke up, amused, his lips curled as he looked between the Mikaelson's. "You both loved the same girl?"

Jordanna rolled her eyes. "Of course they did," she muttered bitterly. The witch threw her head back slightly as the rest of her wine slid down her throat. Jealously bubbled within her, she didn't know why she was so jealous. She had no right to be, though the thought of Klaus in love with someone who looked exactly like Elena unsettled her.

She didn't like it. But what could she do? The Petrova's all seemed to worm their way into the hearts of many men, she couldn't get jealous because one of those men just so happened to be Klaus. 

"Our mother was a powerful witch, she sought to end our feud over Tatia and so she took her. Klaus and I would later learn that it was Tatia's blood that we consumed in the wine on the night our mother performed the spell which turned us into vampires. Tatia wouldn't make a decision between the two of us, so for a time Niklaus and I grew estranged, harsh words were traded, we even came to blows didn't we brother?" Elijah explained as he looked at his younger brother.

"But in the end we realised the sacred bond of family," Klaus spoke with a small smile.

"Family above all," Elijah raised his glass.

"Family above all," Klaus repeated as he clinked his glass against his brothers.

"How adorable," Jordanna muttered dryly, a sarcastic smile sat on her lips.

"So, why don't we move this evening along and discuss the terms of this proposal?" Elijah interjected, breaking the tense moment.

"That's very simple—Klaus gets his coffins back, in exchange, he and The Original extended family leave Mystic Falls forever. Me, Stefan, Elena and Jordanna live happily ever after. No grudges," Damon stated, looking around the table, eyes falling on each person momentarily.

"I'm sorry what?" Jordanna scoffed in disbelief. "Don't include me in your freaky little threesome."

Elijah's gaze shifted over to Klaus, "deal sounds fair brother."

"I don't think you understand—Elena's doppelganger blood ensures that I will always have more hybrids to fight those that oppose me. I will never leave her behind," Klaus responded, his eyes on Jordanna though she did not see.

A small, fucked up part in Jordanna's heart was hurt by Klaus' words but she had quickly brushed it aside, she had no right in being hurt. Klaus wasn't hers—she wasn't his. If Klaus wanted to leave town with Elena, she had no right in being envious.

"Refill please," Jordanna whispered to a passing servant.

"Pace yourself, Jords," Damon sang out teasingly, noticing the irritation painted across her face.

"Fuck off, Damon and don't call me that."

"Let's say I do leave Elena here, under your protection. What then? How long before one of you turns her into a vampire? Or worse- how long before she dies caught between your feuding? You see, each one of you truly believes that you're the one that can protect her, and that is simply a delusion- gentlemen, the worst thing for Elena Gilbert is the two of you."

"I'm going to get some air," Damon announced with a tight smile after a moment of silence.

"Let me deal with this," Elijah followed after the Salvatore.

"All this talk has made me thirsty," Klaus smirked as he waved over a compelled girl. "Care to join me for a drink, Stefan?"

Stefan said nothing, only glaring at the hybrid in response, causing him to chuckle before he sank his fangs into the girl's neck.

"Can you, like, not do that near me? You're getting blood on me," Jordanna snapped in annoyance. She didn't know what annoyed her more; the fact Klaus was getting blood on her dress, how Klaus was holding the—soon to be dead—girl or how he, like most population, had picked Elena Gilbert.

"Forgive me sweetheart," Klaus smirked, releasing his fangs from her neck, dropping the girl to the ground. "Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty dress, would we?"

"Right," Jordanna nodded dryly. "I'm going to skip out on dessert if you don't mind, I have things I need to be doing, I only came for Elijah anyways . . . "

Klaus frowned as she rose from her seat, "Jordanna, sweetheart-"

"Goodnight Klaus, thank you for dinner," Jordanna firmly spoke, as she passed the confused faces of Elijah and Damon on her way out.

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Jordanna was cold. Her house was cold. As soon as she stepped inside, she felt nothing. No happy family memories, nothing. It was a pit, a void. A void to fill the memory of the house she used to live in, with her family, her mother—even her father. Some fucked up part of her did love her father. Yes, she killed him, however he had them moments, small, minuscule moments where he was an actual father. 

Family was complicated.

Her house held no family pictures, no memory of the young witch even having a family.

As if she was all alone.

But then if dawned on her, family wasn't always blood. Something Sheila Bennett always told the girl 'family doesn't end with blood'.

Of course the older woman was right, she always seemed to be. Jordanna had a family. She had Bonnie, Rebekah, Jeremy, Alaric, Elijah, Caroline, hell—even Klaus. But the Mikaelson's were soon to be taken out of that equation the second Stefan gave Klaus his coffins back, they'd leave too. He'd leave. 

She'd still have Jeremy, Alaric, Bonnie and Caroline though.

Caroline Forbes was and will always be Jordanna Jones' sister—blood or not.

Speaking of—Caroline Forbes was currently sobbing her heart out on Jordanna's couch.

"Care-bear?" Jordanna questioned as she slowly neared the girl, throwing her bag aside.

"H-hey," Caroline sniffled. "You're back."

"What's wrong?" Jordanna sat besides her best friend, instantly wrapping her arms around the blonde's shaking frame.

"He's gone . . . " the vampire cried into the witch's shoulder. "H-he left me, JJ. My dad left me."

"Oh, Care," Jordanna hugged her tighter. "I know it hurts right now, okay? Just know that he loved you so much and that he wouldn't want you to be sad, he'd want you to try move on and live your life, alright?"

Caroline nodded as Jordanna wiped the tears from under her eyes.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you, C," Jordanna whispered. The heartache of losing a parent—even if you was never close with them it still took a huge emotional toll on someone.

"How about we go do what we do best?" Jordanna questioned lightly, not sure on the blonde's response.

"Drink our problems away? Hell yeah," Caroline smiled faintly, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke.

{AN}  well hello
this was kinda rushed and not the best howeverrrrr hopefully the next one will be better
the whole like comforting thing was a bit shit cos well im awful at comforting people so i went off what i could guess was nice? idk im useless in that kinda area
also can i just say that i am not italian so when jordanna speaks Italian its from google translate so dont come at me if its wrong gracias xo

anyways adios xo

(edited 18/02/22)