Girl of the Originals

chapter 12

anastasia POV

The inside of the house was just as nice as the outside.

As soon as you take a step inside you are met with a large wooden staircase that divides the space. On the left was a living room. On the right was a hallway that led to a big, modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances, granite, and white cabinets. There was also an office with a wooden desk, a chair, and behind it shelves and shelves full of books. Some of them weren't even written in English. Next to the study was a half bath with only a toilet and sink.

Upstairs there were six bedrooms. I had a separate room that overlooked the back yard. It had a Queen bed, a walk in closet, and wooden dresser. I could decorate however I wanted.

I frowned.

"What's wrong, love? Don't be upset. Tell me what's wrong so that I can fix it," Klaus said gently brushing his hands along my cheekbones.

I looked at Elijah as I spoke feeling like a five year old.

"I don't want my own room," I pouted, "I want to sleep with you guys."

Klaus chuckled and Elijah bit back a smile. "What? I know that my neediness is pathetic and hilarious," I said.

"No, its not. You just sound so cute that's all, but my door is open anytime. Actually, I think it would be best if we worked out some kind of sleeping schedule. One night you would sleep with Niklaus in his room and the next with me in mine. It would be nice to not always have to share you all of the time," Elijah ranted.

As much as I enjoyed hanging out with both of them at the same time, I knew that Elijah had a point. They wanted me to get to know them as individuals, so I should hang out with them separately.

"So who do I sleep with tonight?" I asked.

Klaus and Elijah shared a look before the youngest brother, the hybrid himself spoke up first and said, "Well considering Elijah slept with you the first night we met, I would feel honored if you slept in my room tonight."

Klaus' room was huge. The bed was the largest king sized bed I had ever seen. There was enough room for Elijah to join us and half a dozen kids. I shook my head. Why do I keep thinking about children?

Never going to happen.

The bed spread was white with a blood red throw pillow neatly place on top and a wooden frame. There was a cedar chest placed against the foot of the bed. Probably full of secrets and crafts from back when they were kids, just kidding.

There was also a little sitting table. A long wooden coffee table separated two, grand velvet chairs. There was a big walk in closet, nicer than my own. I would probably put some of my clothes in there two.

Lastly there was a bedroom with an old fashioned claw foot tub!

"This is where we will be sleeping tonight or in your room," Klaus offered.

"I like your room better," I admitted.

He chuckled before checking the time on his silver watch. "Its almost lunch time," he said, "you must be hungry."

"What about your friend Marcel?" I asked. "Who was he and why did you think he died? Do you believe Katherine? Do you think he really is alive?"

He sighed. "I do believe Katherine. I want to. Marcel was like a son to me."

"What happened?" I asked.

"How about I tell you while you eat at Rousseau's?" he suggested.

"Ok," I agreed.