"Niklaus, our guests have arrived," Elijah says, opening the door to the main hall.
"Damon. Stefan," Klaus says, spreading his arms in a welcoming gesture. "Elijah tells me you seek an audience. Very bold," he says, as the two brothers step into the house. "Let's discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized people, shall we?"
We all head into the dining room, and stand around a large, circular table. Soon, two women enter the room with dishes filled with expensive foods plated extravagantly held hand in hand.
"It's better to indulge him," Elijah says, glancing at the expression on Stefan's face.
"I didn't come here to eat, Klaus," Stefan says. "In fact, I didn't want to come here at all. But I was told I had to, because you would hear us out," he says, glaring at his brother.
But his glare is nowhere near as deadly as compared to mine. Damon Salvatore, with this stupid blue eyes and his stupid black hair- he is a hair's width away from becoming charcoaled ash right now.
"Well, we can sit and eat or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides. The choice is yours," Klaus says with a pleasant smile.
We all sit at the table, and everyone except Stefan begins to eat and drink. One of the servants pours Damon some wine.
"Thank you," Damon smiles, seeming to have decided to play along to Klaus's little game.
"You've lost your appetite," Klaus points out, nodding to Stefan.
"Eat," Damon says to his brother. "I thought we agreed that we would leave the grumpy Stefan at home," he says, with his false cheery tone intact.
"That's the spirit," I say with a bucketload of sarcasm dumped on top. "Isn't this nice? Five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from dear Elijah here?" I say, my face frozen in a feigned smile directed at Damon.
"Well, I know how he felt about you, so I figured the more, the merrier," Damon replies in the same false cheery tone.
"Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the century. But we always make it through," I laugh.
"Kind of like Klaus and Rebekah, right?" Stefan says, cutting in rudely. "Where is she, by the way? Last I checked she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her," he says.
"If you're referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I've already come clean to Elijah," Klaus replies.
"Hey, Stef," Damon says, as if suddenly having remembered something. "Remember when you killed dad? Might want to dial down the judgment until dessert."
"We're here to make a deal, Damon. Doesn't mean we need to kiss his ass for seven courses," Stefan snaps.
"I'm just saying we have a long evening ahead of us. Pace yourself," Damon says.
We make it through one course without any talk. Then the conversation begins once more.
"Stefan. Where is the lovely Elena tonight?" Elijah asks.
"I don't know. Ask Damon," Stefan says sharply, causing Klaus to give a genuine laugh.
"I'm sorry, you've missed so much," Klaus says, gripping Elijah's shoulder. "Ah, trouble in paradise," Klaus explains, waving a hand at Stefan.
"One more word about Elena and this dinner's over," Stefan says through clenched teeth.
Klaus smiles and puts a finger to his lips jokingly.
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The Last Petrova
Fanfiction𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝙇𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡. 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. I used to be a Queen. But that was before they came for me, claiming that I was their last hope for revival. That I was the las...
