This isn't your average story where two best friends fall for each other and live happy ever after. No. This one is filled with lust, hatred, love and war between two worlds. Will love come out on top or will the feelings they feel be drowned with 1...
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𝐓he scent of blood had ridden the room, making me gulp down my hunger and need to speed over to the body laid on the table between Klaus and Elijah and suck it dry until there's no blood left.
Controlling my hunger had been a big problem, Klaus even put in the suggestion I was a ripper once, but I quickly put that down and forced myself to overcome it. I like to think that I can control it better than a few centuries ago.
Klaus looked up for a moment as I walked in but then looked back down to his book, I walked over and sat next to Elijah.
Rebekah came in seconds later, taking in her brothers with a sigh.
"So, this is what you do the first time we're back together as a family? Vampire book club?" Rebekah asked.
"Reading edifies the mind, sister. Isn't that right, Elijah?", Klaus asked Elijah, not looking up from his book.
"Yes, that's quite right, Niklaus", Elijah replied, making me lean back into the couch with a smile.
I'd missed the family being together.
"And what's this business?", Rebekah asked, nodding to the dead girl on the table.
"This is a. . . peace offering", Elijah said.
" I presumed, after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish", Klaus said, starting the tension in the room between him and his brother.
"And I explained to my little brother, that forgiveness cannot be bought. I'd simply prefer to see a change in behaviour that indicates contrition, and personal growth", Elijah said, making Klaus roll his eyes, "not this nonsense".
"Well, I couldn't very well let her go to waste, could I?", Klaus asked, earning an eye roll from me which he clearly noticed as his smirk grew wider.
"Well, I suppose I'll go fetch the rubbish bin, because she's staining a two hundred-year-old carpet", Rebekah said, hurrying off to go get a bin.
Elijah looked up to the blood dripping from the table. I gulped slightly, looking away from it as I heard with my vamp hearing how it dripped from the table. I felt myself growing warmer.
