DEMENTOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [2]

CHAPTER THREE

My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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Jealous Nick Jonas

You can call me obsessed

It's not your fault that they hover

I mean no disrespect

It's my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

Cause you're too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

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elijah

I normally wouldn't consider myself to be a jealous man.

I did not have to be.

An eligible gentleman who is one of the oldest, most strongest vampires in the entire world. Simply being jealous of another man would be ludicrous. But as I laid alone in my bed, staring at the ceiling above me, I couldn't help but wonder about my brother's nuisance of an adoptive son and the woman I've come to be in love with.

Did they have some sort of affair?

No. Rue wouldn't do that.

I knew she was angry with me, yes, but to go intimately in the arms of another man in order to gain a rise out of me... she had too good of a heart to do so. Even so, images of her going to him, confiding in him on matters she used to open up to me about, it made unexplainable anger rise up within me.

Throwing the covers off of my body, I stood up from the bed in only my boxers and walked over to my desk, where a bottle of bourbon sat from the night before. Taking an abandoned glass, I poured myself a drink, ignoring the incessant reminder that it was currently six a.m. and far too early to be drinking.

She was so... nonchalant only hours ago.

If I had known any better, I would have assumed that she'd be the type to yell, perhaps scream, and throw things at me due to my sudden arrival. Begging me for some sort of explanation.