The Never Ending Love- N.M {1}

Unsired Hybrids

The sunrise peaked through the curtains of the couple's bedroom, and hit Astrid directly in the eyes. She groaned in annoyance, turning over. Klaus was still asleep. She snuggled into him, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer subconsciously. She smiled, closing her eyes again.

In the late morning, Carol Lockwood had requested that Klaus contribute a painting to the Winter Wonderland charity event that took place that evening.

In the parlour, Klaus was painting a canvas while Astrid was studying the previous Triwizard Tournaments, trying to figure out how the tasks were organised. She ran a hand through her hand in frustration.

"Everything alright my love?" Klaus looked past his canvas, watching her facial expressions.

"No. This book does not help in the slightest. It is useless." She threw it behind her, and Klaus completely turned in her direction, about to respond when Stefan walked in, looking at his painting. "Looked like a giant snowflake."

"I prefer to think of it as an expression of postmodernism." Klaus responded, smiling proudly. "It's my donation to the Winter Wonderland charity event."

Adrian then walked in, looking at Klaus. "You said it was urgent."

Klaus pointed at the painting. "Yes, take this to the Mystic Grill immediately."

Adrian then questioned him in disgust. "You want me to be a delivery guy?"

Klaus glared at him, closing the space between him and Adrian. "What I want...is for you to do whatever I say. Without the attitude."

He sighed, walking over to the painting and picking it up. Klaus called out to him. "And be careful with that. It's still wet."

"Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, you know." Stefan commented.

Klaus raised an eyebrow at him. "What is the point of my hybrids being sired to me if I can't maximise on the benefits of free labour? What are you doing here?"

Stefan walked further into the room, clearly upset. "Elena is sired to Damon."

Klaus & Astrid looked at each other with blank expressions. Astrid stood up, walking towards him. "That's wrong actually. She's sired to me."

Stefan shook his head is disagreement, rejecting what she just told him. "No. She listens to everything Damon tells her to without question."

"I know...That's because I told her to." Astrid explained slowly.

Stefan steadily came to a realisation. "You told her to stop moving and she stopped...You told her to listen to...us, and now she does everything he says."

"If we're being technical, I told her to 'listen to her boyfriends'. Don't worry about it." Astrid added.

"But that means..." Stefan trailed off.

"She's actually in love with him? Yes. Her feelings for Damon are real." Klaus answered, smirking evilly.

Stefan looked at Astrid in anger, and attempted to grab hold of her, put he was telekinetically thrown into the wall before he got a chance. "After a while, it gets predictable, Stefan. It's very disappointing."

"That gets more amazing every time you do it." Klaus whispered in her ear, kissing her shoulder in the time it took Stefan to recover from the protection spell.

"It's not like I'm goofing her horrific orders. I didn't order her to love Damon. That's all her. You've just got to face it. She doesn't feel like she used to about you."

Stefan glared at the both of them, before reasoning his presence in the mansion. "I need to find the cure now more than ever and yet here you two are, dicking around, making postmodern snowflakes and..." Stefan picked up Astrid's book off the floor. "...reading about 'Triwizard Tournaments'. Whatever the hell they are."