𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗜𝗥, 𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

Chapter twelve

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Fenrir grimaced ever so slightly when Klaus bit into a woman's wrist and poured her blood into a cup, completely ruining the gods appetite.

"Have you spoken to our good friend Marcel today?" Klaus asked his sister, Rebekah as he focused on his task of juicing the poor han girl for her blood.

"No. Should I have?" Rebekah asked.

"Well, he's been mysteriously silent, avoiding me, some might say." Klaus was referring to Fenrir when he said "some" and it made the god chuckle. "I thought, perhaps he may have whispered reason into your ear along with all of those sweet nothings." Klaus finally finished draining the human and sat down.

"If I see him, I'll be sure to ask if he's still sore at you."

"Let me give a voice to that look in your eyes." Klaus teased his blank faced sister with a smirk on his face. "My saintly, nobel brother lies writhing in agony in the Bayou, victim of my bastard brother's bite when just on or two drops of his blood could ease his pain."

"On the contrary, Nik. I am simply enjoying my brekkie waiting for Elijah's healthy return." Rebekah said and ended with a sarcastic smile on her face.

Fenrir silently sat back in his seat in-between the siblings, drinking his coffee and absorbing everything going on.

"Oh, come on, Rebekah." Klaus set his glass down and leaned over the table. "You've been giving me the devil's eye all morning. Out with it." He urged her to talk.

"Perhaps I'm concerned that if I voice my opinion about what you did to Elijah, I will end up on the wrong side of your toxic hybrid teeth." Klaus softly slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Rebekah.

"Poppycock. I would never bite you."

Fenrir snickered after hearing Klaus' choice of words. The Mikaelson's turned to the god with raised eyebrows. "Don't mind me, continue."

"Elijah made some very offensive accusations about try intentions towards my unborn child. He deserves a day or two of discomfort." Klaus explains to Rebekah, who could help but glare at her evil brother. "Beside you know my preferred method of punishment for your intentions are?"

The hybrid calmly looked his sister in the eyes a she hinted to the magical daggers that he had to put his siblings into a forceful slumber.

Rebekah smiled spitefully at the man across from her. She set don't her teacup and stood up from her seat whole maintaining eye contact with her power hungry brother, Niklaus.

"There is something fundamentally wrong with you." She told the man before walk off leaving a distraught Klaus in her wake with Fenrir by his side.

"I mean, she's not wrong. But then again is anyone truly normal in this world?" Fenrir added his two-cents, trying to cheer up his mate.

"Shut up." Klaus playfully rolled his eyes at the god beside him and continued to eat his breakfast.

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"Davina." Fenrir sang as he entered the little witch's room with a bag in his hand.

"Hey." The young girl greeted the god with her back turned towards him, so she could finish her painting.