The Third Salvatore {N.K.Mikaelson Fanfic}

🦋25. No Klaus, I wouldn't lie to you🦋

{Re~edited 8/24/21}

~Dream~

I''m in a cemetery, Elijah is there with some brunette girl. He's arguing with some other girl who also is a brunette. God does this whole town have brown hair.

"If you want ****** dead fine, I'll do it myself." He said angrily, fearing for me and the girls life.

I couldn't make out the name he said.

It's like my dreams warn me before things happen. It only gives me bits and pieces and the rest I have to figure out on my own. Why am I here? Who are they talking about killing?

This looks like one of the New Orleans cemetery's. How did I get back home and who they hell is this brunette girl? So many questions but, I have to wait until reality hits to have them answered.

~End of Dream~

I jump up from my seat in the car. I look around and it seems like we have stopped out side of some warehouse. I don't really care about that right now. What I care about are these dreams I'm having.

What does it all mean?

Stefan and Klaus wasn't in the car when I woke up. I can't believe they left me. I hate sleeping alone in a car. What if someone kidnaps me. I know I can protect myself but, I don't really try to. I like the rush, and the excitement. Other people might beg for their life but, me....I'll probably ask you to end it ASAP, or I'll just observe until I'm ready to just go poof.

I get out the car and follow the voices in the warehouse. From the sounds of it we're in Chicago. I think I been here once or twice. Nice city, great bars, amazing clubs. I heard is was amazing in the 20's but, Stefan was in his ripper ways so I stayed away.

As I'm lost in thought I feel two arms fly across my waist. "Hello love, how was your slumber?"

"I don't care where I am, I will always have a fantastic slumber but, I don't like that fact that I woke up to an empty car." I turned around to face my hybrid and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"A little rippah told me." He glanced at my brother than looked back at me with a smirk. "That a certain little witch hates to waken up."

I looked at him, than to my brother, then back towards him. "I think I can get use to you and my brother bonding." I smiled and kissed him.

He kissed me back but, of course my brother had to open his mouth. "Um." He clears his throat. "What are we doing here?"

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" He let's go of my waist and brings us farther into the warehouse.

"Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur." My brother stated. I could tell he hates talking about this. Honestly so do I.

"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend." Klaus exaggerated.

"Why am I still with you? I mean I get why my sister is here but, we had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" My brother said getting a bit pissed off.  He has a right to be. I'm tired of being here. I wanna go on that trip Klaus promised. Somewhere on a beach, getting laid while drinking a coconut. A girl can dream.