The hybrids wife *klaus mikaelson fanfiction*

Fourteen

Grace stood in the motel room. She grabbed her a glass of scotch and sighed. Her head was a mess and she couldn't believe that she had actually had ended up sleeping lethargic klaus again.

Grace knew that she was his wife but she knew everything that he had done and she Hated him. It was a moment of weakness.

She looked to see klaus as he walked in and groaned "hello love"

"Bite me" she spat as he smirked

"You see after almost a thousand years you still keep me on my toes. Hurry up and pack we're going home" he said as she raised an eyebrow at him

"Home? We never had a home. We spend our life's running" she said as she downed her glass and placed it down.

Klaus looked to her and nodded "and why do you think we do that? Because of Michael" he said as she nodded

"That I can agree with you on. He's the reason we are what we are. Well I'd still be a witch but still. We run from the man who made us into monsters. Who knows we could of had a normal and happy marriage if not" grace said as he smirked

"Oh come on Gracie. One thing that you have to admit. We are far from normal" he said as she looked to him and smirked

"We're are we going" she asked. He took a step towards and smirked

"Chicago" he said as she scoffed

"Of course" grace said as she walked out of the room with klaus on her tail

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Grace stood from the car as they got to Chicago. She liked to Stefan and klaus as she followed them

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan" klaus said

"What are we doing here?" Stefan asked

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days" klaus said

"Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur" Stefan said

"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what makes it legend" klaus said as he and grace exchanged a look

"Word was the ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort. It was prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun" klaus said as grace thought back to 1920

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Chicago 1920:

Grace walked into a bar with her sister in law. Rebekah. It was one night that she ran into her husband. Klaus. It had been over 400 years since she ran from him.

Since Katherine happened and grace and klaus put there difference aside for one night. For Rebekah's sake.

Grace walked over to a table and smirked as she looked to see her husband. She knew he was sitting with his dinner. The people he'd soon turn into his dinner that night

"Hello darling. Miss me?" Grace asked as klaus looked up at her in shock

"We'll hello love. I didn't think I'd see you what's it been four hundred years?" He asked as she sat down and smirked