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chapter thirty one
fantastic four
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JORDANNA JONES WAS an enigma. At least that's what Klaus said about her anyway. He always found it hard to understand her; but yet, on the other hand, it was as though he was the person who understood her the most in the world.
Aside from Caroline, of course, ( she'd throw a fit if she wasn't at least mentioned once ).
She comforted him through his dark times, she was there for him after the situation with his father. But, she never let him comfort her. She cried in the depths of the darkness, letting it consume her alone.
He didn't fail to notice how the day after her mother's death anniversary she acted as if everything was right with the world. As if the hole in her heart from another year of her mother's absence didn't hurt her.
She merely plastered a large smile on her glossy lips as she laughed when Kol muttered profanities under his breath, shooting the occasional glare or large, fake smile at his brothers; which mirrored Jordanna's very own strained smile.
Her eyes flitted around the room mischievously, an amused glint danced in her eyes as she looked between Klaus, Elijah, Kol and Finn. The youngest and the eldest Mikaelson brothers sat still, wrists still bound in the 'Magical Handcuffs', idly watching as compelled servants, dressed in suits, placed platters of food down in-front of the five.
A waiter placed down a martini in-front of the vampire, earning looks from those around her while she merely winked at the server, lifting her glass to her lips she muttered a small, "Thanks, sweetheart."
Kol snorted in amusement whilst Elijah sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. Finn grumbled under his breath, Klaus however, pursed his lips with an eyeroll. "Bit early, isn't it?" He asked.
