Chapter 18 - Important Introductions

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KPOV (Klaus):

When I woke up the next morning, I saw my little sister clinging to me like she did as a child. Scared that I would disappear. I sighed. Yesterday had been hard on her.

I gently tried to remove myself from her grip but it only tightened.

"Nikki?", she asked groggily.

"Shh... It's okay, Belle. I'm right here. I will always be here. Always and forever."

She mumbled unintelligibly, and went right back to sleep. A gentle knock sounded on my door. I turned to see Rebekah standing in the doorway.

"Come in, sister."

She walked towards the bed and looked at Bella with a soft, understanding look.

"How is she, Nik?"

"As expected. It was hard on her. But you already knew that. You were the one with her in 1864."

She nodded and told me what the family was doing for the day.

"We were going to go out of town for breakfast and I wanted to look at some shops. Elijah has gone to speak to some witches. Kol is accompanying me to the mall. Father wants to go look at the caves near the falls."

"I will take her to the Grill later. You go on."

"You should tell her about Caroline and the other doppelganger."

I sighed and agreed.

It was an hour later when Bella woke up again.

"Sorry.", was the first thing she said looking down at the floor.

I cradled her face in my hands gently. It was then that I was once again reminded of how small she really was. Henrik's death was the hardest on her. I would never forgive myself for taking him out to see the wolves that night.

I looked into her big brown eyes, that had lost their childish curiosity and spark in them.

"Never apologise, Isabella. It was not your fault. Even we have emotions. We have the right to express them. Never think you cannot do so. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Nik. I understand. You know that you can express yourself too, right? No one blames you for Henri's death. I, most certainly, do not. I am sure he doesn't either. I can feel him close by, you know?"

"I understand too, little swan. Now go get dressed. We are going to the Grill for breakfast."

With that, I left myself to freshen up.

We pulled up half an hour later in front of the Grill.

As we got out of the car, I caught two familiar scents. Dear Caroline and the Bennett witch. I guess Belle would be meeting Caroline sooner than planned, then...

CPOV (Caroline):

I reached the Grill at the scheduled time and met Bonnie inside.

"Why was it important for me to be here at this time, Bon?", I asked her as I slid into the booth in front of her.

"You'll see", she said cryptically.

I huffed and ordered a burger for myself. At least I get to eat on time today. Speaking of. I should probably check the blood bag stock we have left. I doubt Damon would let it get too low, but better be safe than sorry, right?

I was happily munching on my fries when the door to the Grill opened, bringing a familiar and delicious smell and an unfamiliar but clearly feminine one to my sensitive nose.

Now I understand why Bon asked me to come here at this time. I was supposed to meet Klaus and his sister. I just wondered which sister this would be. Would it be Stefan's Rebekah or Damon's Isa?

I turned to see it was the latter, judging by the description of the girls I had.

She was indeed a beauty. She looked the same age as Bonnie and me but her eyes told me that she had lived through several lifetimes and had much more experience than us which also hardened her against the harsh reality of this world.

I turned my gaze to Klaus only to find him looking right at me.

As our eyes met, I felt myself blush slightly at the intense look Klaus was giving me.

Suddenly, he whipped his head to look at his sister who had probably said something too soft even for my ears to pick up on it.

Now, they were making their way towards Bonnie and I, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious at the look the youngest Mikaelson was giving me. I felt nervous about what she thought of me. Would his family even approve of me?

I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. It certainly wouldn't do me much good to freak out right now. I could do that later. When I was in the safety of my comforter and a ton of ice cream.

They were at our table now.

Klaus made the introductions for us.

"Belle, this is Caroline Forbes and Ayanna's descendant, Bonnie Bennett. Bonnie, Caroline, this is my youngest sister, Isabella Mikaelson. She prefers to be called Bella."

I held my breath for what Isabella was about to say to me. Probably say that I could not call her Bella. Or something of the sort. Instead, I was surprised when she held out her hand for us to shake.

"It is a pleasure to meet the descendant of Ayanna. She was a dear friend of the family and was our mother's mentor. It is a pleasure to meet you Caroline. I see that Nikki and you fancy each other. Perhaps you will be the one to knock some sense into him? Please feel free to call me Bella as Nik said. If not, I have several other names you can use.", she said with a big smile.

She was so beautiful and I am not too ashamed to admit that if I were not already mesmerised by Klaus, I would have definitely fallen for Bella. I shook her hand enthusiastically giving a smile of my own.

"It's really good to meet you Izzy, can I call you Izzy? I've heard so much about you! You can call me Care, most of them do."

"Yes Care. You can call me Izzy. How have you heard of me though?"

"Ah- uh- about that... I was turned by Damon Salvatore. His brother and I go to school together and are friends now..."

I should really put a filter in my brain. And should definitely think before speaking.



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