Chapter 11

This chapter is for SparklingFae and Meeko. Thanks for believing in me ladies!  |||||||

They had watched Myriam go into Bella’s room with all the things she had bought for her after calming down. She couldn’t get away from Klaus fast enough, it seemed. Kol was still nursing the dent in his face, this time with alcohol, in Klaus’ study. Elijah and Klaus went up to the study as well and Klaus sighed as he sat down, relaxing. “Next time we have an out of control Cold One…”

“You’ll get to wrangle her again,” Elijah smirked as he poured his brother a drink. “You’re the only one strong enough to do so.”

Klaus scowled as he took his drink from his brother and downed it in one go. Bella had been in his mind and he had survived the ordeal. He hadn’t even felt her inside of his mind, which was extraordinary and dangerous. It was unnerving, as well. It was fortunate that he, and most of his siblings, were capable of closing their minds completely, but who knew what errand thought she could pick up on when they were not at their best? Was that also one of the reasons why Myriam picked a fight with Kol, because Bella saw something in his mind while he was incapacitated? “Kol, your partying days are over, for now.”

“Don’t you think I know that now?” Kol scowled. “Especially now that I look like a crash test dummy after it got hit by a wrecking ball! You really know how to pick your women, well done,” he added sarcastically and poured himself another drink. “And for your information, Bella knows not to poke around in our heads, she hasn’t been doing it ever since I started with her. She was just worried about me, that’s all.”

“We know,” Elijah and Klaus replied, both half shrugging. “But still, had Myriam not been around, I would have said the same thing,” Klaus continued. “I don’t care about your face. It will heal.”

“I sincerely doubt that Bella likes you for your looks, Kol,” Elijah mused. “And on that note… I’m wondering what young Bella experienced in Niklaus’ mind that made her all flustered.”

“What!” Kol blinked as he stared at his brothers. “Niklaus allowed Bella inside his mind and she was flustered? Nik!”

“I can’t be certain what she picked up, it could have been anything. I was thinking many things at the time, you know very well how thoughts work,” Klaus said as he took a sip from his drink after refilling it. “As I said, I didn’t know when she was in or out of my mind, but whatever she experienced inside my mind, I’m glad it was enough for her to see that I wasn’t going to hurt her sister.”

“She might have gotten more than expected,” Elijah replied, swirling his bourbon around in his glass. “I suppose Kol and Myriam could be required to answer some uncomfortable questions.”

“What do you mean? I wasn’t there, Elijah! I was stuffing my face with blood!”

“Relax, whatever it was, she found it a pleasant experience, with her cheeks pinking up beautifully. Seeing as we’re still men at heart, it doesn’t take a genius to know that it was likely about sex.”

“What! Why! I think of having sex with her and she basically thinks I dislike her and she sees it in Nik’s head and she gets all flustered? That’s so not fair!” Kol objected.

Klaus sighed. “The answer is simple, brother,” he eventually spoke. “We have different ways of thinking, I wasn’t incapacitated when Bella entered my mind and perhaps my thoughts were a bit clearer for her to understand. And for your information, I wasn’t thinking about having sex with her. She’s all yours.”

Kol blinked, still in disbelief. “Okay. So she saw you thinking about shagging her sister. Again, tell me the difference because I’m failing to find it here.”

“Think of you as being as subtle as a bull in a china shop when drunk, imagine what your thoughts would be,” Elijah thought out loud, comparing both of his brothers. “Niklaus is like a fine wine, smooth and subtle and he was in control over himself, he merely allowed Bella access. She didn’t like his choice of expensive words.”

“Either way, she’s not quite at the mental stage to accept sex. I accept that, but why would she – Nik…” Kol was so disappointed and frustrated with himself as he sat on the couch.

“I was thinking about artwork, different things, beautiful sunsets, orgasms, everything. She didn’t get a full perhaps a jungled imagery of orgasms.”

Kol looked at him and shook his head. “She felt your mental orgasm.”

Klaus sighed and hung his head in shame. “She felt my fantasy of an orgasm.”

“With her sister,” Elijah pointed out, not so helpfully.

“And so what of it?” Klaus defended himself. “Myriam is a beautiful young woman, highly intelligent and her vulgar language and strength is a turn-on. I’m being courteous as to taking my time to get to know her properly before trying to make any advances.”

“I don’t dispute that but it would rather be a difficult coupling. As much as I would be pleased to see you happy here, I don’t know if it is possible,” he shared his opinion. “I do like the girl, do not mistake my words-”

“Don’t you think I know that, brother? Perhaps we can ask Freya if she’d know something… a fix for this. A supernatural condom for all I care. But until then, my thoughts are just that. We all think about sex all the time, and she’s currently my tormentor. Don’t tell me you don’t have your own in someone, brother, because that would be a lie.”

Elijah hesitated and looked out of the study, struggling to find any words of reassurance for his brother as he had tried that route on his behalf already.

“And you were right, by trusting Bella inside my mind, we established some more trust. I think that’s what’s more important than her having felt my fantasy or whatever she saw in my head.”

“Except if she saw you go on a murderous rampage,” Kol muttered.

“I think she’d be used to that, brother,” Elijah chided him a little. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry she’ll avoid us for having done all of that. I can’t help but to be curious as to what information Marcellus will return with after having picked it up from Peter Whitlock.”

“We need to keep in mind that the information might not be trustworthy seeing as a bulk of the information was provided by Jasper who knew about Peter’s ability and managed to work around it,” Klaus replied with a sigh. “Peter’s quite unhappy about it all, because the Cullens might know about Myriam, as well. If they know that she survived, they might actually send the Volturi Guard over.”

“Just how much have you been in contact with the empath’s creations?” Elijah enquired, glancing over to his brother before turning back to his drink.

“Peter raised Myriam. Peter helped me during the time I was hiding from Mikael, on the run. I owe it to him to make sure that his adopted daughter and her sister are safe. He contacted me after our talk on Myriam’s phone through one of my contacts, hating that she destroyed her phone.”

“So you are telling him what she’s doing, knowing she cut off contact? That’s not like you brother,” Elijah remarked.

“I’m not telling him about her,” Klaus angrily countered. “All he needs to know is that she’s alive and safe. I’m calling him for information. How to calm her down, for example. What she’s like, if she’s as loud as she is presenting herself to be. How her first year of turning has been for her.”

“Best subduing methods. Okay,” Elijah nodded, swallowing his bourbon as he gaze remained towards the courtyard.

“We might be safe from her onslaught when she gets truly angry, but our sister, and her sister, aren’t,” Klaus continued.

“She seems more reactive towards you than anyone else. I wonder why that is.”

“I don’t know. She sure doesn’t like me and I’m not sure why,” Klaus shrugged.

Kol had been quiet, continued to rub his indented cheek. “Don’t be a sissy. She likes you but she doesn’t want to admit to it. After all, if you can call the empath a relationship, she wouldn’t attempt a true friendship or romance immediately without ulterior motives. She’s like you, only with a gorgeous set of knockers and a lot better looking.”

“Thank you for your input, Kol, always so insightful,” Elijah sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re not wrong. There’s no doubt in my mind that Myriam might have some trust issues when it comes to us men.”

“Some!” Kol huffed and pointed at his face. “You call this some!”

“Well, at least she made sure you won’t be able to visit Bella for a day or so, just like she wanted,” Elijah countered playfully. “Mission accomplished, I’d say.”

“Very funny.”

“So, what’s next? How are we to proceed?” Elijah asked his brother. “As we were?”

“For now,” Klaus nodded. “Marcellus instructed his vampires to patrol New Orleans more intensely and keep an eye out for Cold Ones. I want to read Peter’s information myself before thinking of other ways to protect and help them.”

“So I have nice breasts?” a voice spoke behind Klaus and Kol, while Elijah covered his discomfort with a fresh glass of liquor. Myriam looked down at her chest, cupping them with her hands when the two turned to face her. “I do think they are rather nice indeed.”

Kol scowled as Klaus just smiled at her. “Yes, love, your assets are rather well formed. One can’t help but look at them, especially with the way that you’re dressed.”

“Like what? A whore?”

“Can’t you just take a compliment?” Kol sighed tiredly. “Just say thank you or something.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “How about you go fuck yourself. Considering if you are interested in my sister you can’t go fucking her or anyone else. So you are left with Palmela Handerson.”

Kol set down his glass and got to his feet, still not in the mood to deal with Myriam the psycho. It was true that she’d fit right in with them, but he was not in the mood. “Perhaps I should show Bella my face and tell her I got beaten up by you,” he muttered as he walked out of the study.

“Go ahead,” she said over her shoulder. “I already admitted to beating the shit out of you, and that I enjoyed and would do it again. If you go in there, be ready for a lot of coloring. She decided she likes coloring books.”

“She didn’t have to know you beat me up!” Kol whined as he went down the stairs. “You’re so not fair!”

“Well she doesn’t quite need to know what an orgasm feels like but she does, doesn’t she? I’m not going to discuss what that little experience exactly means with her quite yet,” Myriam retorted, turning her gaze on Klaus. “On the subject of my sister. You people don’t own a television.”

“No, we don’t. We entertain ourselves with our books and art,” Klaus mused as he refilled his glass. “Hope is quite the little artist,” he said proudly.

Rolling her eyes, Myriam let out a sigh. “I think she might benefit some with watching television. It’s a normal human activity.”

“Both Kol and Freya have a television in their rooms, Kol with the additional game consoles and whatnot,” Klaus replied.

“Do you really think it appropriate she goes in his room at this point?” Myriam scowled.

“Very well, we shall get her a television. What do you require, Myriam?”

She was taken aback by the question, glancing at Elijah. “Why would you ask me that? I don’t need anything. I don’t eat food or sleep…”

“If you’re going to stay with us, then wouldn’t you require your own room, perhaps?” Elijah asked her curiously.

“If I need time away from this testosterone party, I’ll go out into the city for awhile,” she shrugged. “There are some decent clubs in town.”

“Everyone needs their own sanctuary, love,” Klaus said quietly. “Allow me to give you one by preparing a room to your liking. What do you need?”

She continued to grow uneasy and narrowed her eyes at him before pushing herself off the doorframe she’d been leaning on. “I’m fine. I didn’t ask for anything. I don’t want anything. Stop asking me,” she blurted out before turning to leave.

Klaus quickly got up and blocked her exit. “Now, we’re trying to teach Bella about the act of kindness. On how by being kind, we can help each other out. There are no ulterior motives when it comes to kindness. I merely want to give you a place of your own so that you can have some privacy and don’t bunk with your sister as she requires hers.”

“You want to do something for me? Find a way to stop me from sparkling like the goddamn tooth fairy,” she hissed and sped around him.

“What makes you think that we’re not already working on that, love?” Klaus questioned, as he watched where she was going. “We have, after all, a witch on our hands.”

“And I bet she has no answers for you,” Myriam answered knowingly.

“You’ve only been here for two days, she needs some time.”

She turned and stared back at him emotionlessly. “Don’t you think that Peter knew witches as well?”

“You need to have some faith. My sister isn’t an ordinary witch, and neither is my daughter, she’s quite the special young witch who managed to snare your sister. Have some faith and trust that we’re looking into it.”

“I am familiar,” she replied sarcastically. “We wouldn’t be here otherwise and if Peter wasn’t so insistent we stay, trust me, we would have been gone awhile ago and you wouldn’t have even known.”

“I’m thinking… a nice jacuzzi, maybe a spa type of room for you. With a nice calming water feature, endless of hours of staring into those. Or books? DVD’s?”

Myriam raised an eyebrow. “Somehow I have a feeling you have some extra imagery going on behind those particular thoughts. Shall I get my sister to take another walk through your mind or might I grab you a box of tissues and lotion now?”

“Do you wish for me to call your father and to ask him to order you to accept some kindness?”

She smirked and crossed her arms. “Do try. I dare you.”

Klaus scowled as he mimicked her stance. He already knew what would happen, basically. Peter had told him about Myriam’s stubbornness and her ability to really mess with people. “Very well, I suppose you’re well in your rights to reject my attempt of being kind, but do come to me if you’re passed all of that and you need something?”

“You mean like an itch to scratch? I think your imagination handles that well enough,” she shrugged nonchalantly, thankful at least for being a Cold One at that point.

“Yes, I had a random thought about you in a …. Very compromising and intimate position,” Klaus said frustratingly. “How can I not? You are a beautiful woman! Have you not learned that all men think of sex, 99 percent of the time? I apologize that your sister had picked up on that random thought while she was making sure that I wouldn’t hurt you. It’s not a crime to fantasize, it’s not as if I’m acting on it!”

“It’d be quite painful for your cock if you did,” she blinked, looking down at his crotch.

“Perhaps, but there are other ways to -”

“Niklaus, that’s enough,” Elijah sighed as he rose to his feet and made his way over to Myriam. “Miss Myriam?” He offered his arm to her. “I’d like to show you something that I’ve prepared yesterday, shortly after you went into Bella’s room to vent your frustrations with my brother, I’m sure you’re going to like it.”

“Monsieur Elijah,” she curtsied, taking his arm. “There would not be much that could satisfy my frustrations with your brother – either one.”

“Oh, believe me, I fully understand. I’ve lived with them for over a thousand years,” Elijah chuckled slightly as he took her to a room opposite of Bella’s. Not next to Bella’s, but opposite of the courtyard. “This is for you,” he said as he opened the door to an elegant looking living room that lead into a different area with a walk-in closet and a bathroom. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask, please.”

“I don’t piss,” she pointed out.

“You do take showers, don’t you?” Elijah countered playfully, hearing his brother mumble something underneath his breath from upstairs that she gets pissed off enough. “The toilet was already there, the workers had to make a minimum of noise.”

Myriam rolled her eyes at Klaus’ antics and smiled. “Thank you Elijah. It’s lovely. Now I have an excuse to go shopping for new clothes courtesy of Daddy.”

Elijah grinned then as he handed her a prepaid credit card. “I’ve put a little money on this for you, please, spend it any way you want.”

“No, no. Peter can well afford it and he has me stuck here with your insufferable brother. He can suffer a little financial hit, since they seem to be besties and all. I wonder if they were ever more than that…?”

“Knowing Niklaus, anything is possible,” Elijah smiled as he put the card back into his jacket pocket. “Dinner is in a few hours. Please join us, we do love your company.”


Myriam hadn’t been kidding when she said that Bella liked to color. Even with having the crayons for only half an hour, Bella was intensely coloring in her book, making sure she stayed within the lines, although with crayons that was quite difficult, even Kol knew that. She didn’t even notice him coming in, or so he thought.

Bella looked up to him and blinked when she saw her face. “She got you good.”

“Trust me, it was far worse,” Kol sighed as he sat down opposite of her and looked at the coloring that she was doing. “That’s great, Bella! Those colors fit absolutely well together.”

“Do they?” Bella replied as she looked at her picture and then back at Kol. “Your face is healing on its own.”

“Slowly, yes. Your sister packs a mean punch, broke some bones.”

“I can heal too, want to see?” she said excitedly as she took the box knife that Myriam had used to get rid of tags on the clothes and open the crayon package and sliced open her hand. She hadn’t expected it to hurt. She hadn’t expected it to bleed so much, but she couldn’t show Kol that she was hurting. Instead, she held up her hand and made him watch for a while before she pulled her hand back and started to poke the incision. “Why isn’t it healing?”

Kol bit his hand and pooled some of his blood into her hand to start the healing process. “Don’t do that again,” Kol said as he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and started to clean her hand.

“But why isn’t it healing on its own?”

“Freya has been cleansing you from everything you were affected with, remember? Perhaps your regeneration abilities were magical, herb induced, and it’s a good sign that you’re not healing. That means Freya’s antidotes and spells are working.”

“But… but now I’m defective,” Bella said as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I can get hurt now.”

He smiled then as he finished cleaning up her hand. “You’re not defective, darling, it means you’re becoming more human, and that’s very important because that’s what you are.”

She gently touched his bruised face then. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little, don’t worry about me, tomorrow I’ll be handsome again,” he smiled at her before pointing at her crayons. “Would you like me to see if Nik has pencils? They’re much easier to use than those crayons.”

“Oh,” Bella looked at her crayons and then thought for a moment. “No, it’s alright, I don’t want to bother him for that. I’m happy with these.”

“Are you sure? I could go to the shops instead?”

Bella nodded. “You don’t have to do that for me. I like this.”

“If you’re sure?” Kol asked as she nodded again for an answer. He sat back down in his chair while she continued to color in her coloring book. “Do you mind if I stay here for awhile?”


  1. interesting to read as always

  2. Loved it.

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