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chapter twenty nine
oliver's fairy godmother
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JORDANNA'S CRIMSON TAINTED fangs pulled into a grin as she pulled away from the neck belonging to one of the witches she and Klaus had taken for 'interrogation', blood smeared down her low-cut top, staining the white material a dark red.
If she was being honest, it didn't look too bad. It suited her.
"You gonna' talk yet?" Jordanna taunted the witch in front of her, the man shook his head and Jordanna playfully pouted, a frown fixated on her face as she turned to Klaus behind her, his own face tarnished with the same crimson red she wore on her own. "You want a go?"
"It'd be my pleasure," Klaus clasped his hands together, grinning widely at the vampire as Jordanna rose to her feet from her crouched position, moving aside so he could get to the man.
Klaus swiftly dodged the dead bodies of the other witches as he made his way to the shaking man on the floor, sweat coloured his face as blood slowly poured out of the puncture wounds on his neck.
Klaus crouched down, swiping his fingers over the blood before he tutted patronizingly, rubbing his fingers together as his eyes met the unknown witch's. "Do you know where my brother is?" The man quickly shook his head in answer. "You know, the noble one of us lot," Klaus carried on the taunts. "Always wearing a suit, not a hair out of place."
The man shook his head again in answer, Klaus pursed his lips, nodding slowly. "Very well," he said serenely before he bared his fangs and tore into the man's neck as Jordanna smiled widely, watching on in anticipation.
As Klaus fed on the witch Jordanna turned to another one of the witches they had 'kidnapped' ( if you'd call it as such ), there was thirteen in total.
