Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Reyna Cruise

"One more time Nik, one more time, and I swear -"

He grabbed her wrist, spinning her around, into a kiss. "One more time Andrea, one more time, and I swear ..." he teased, pushing his back against the door of the bar making it swing open. Only then, did he finally detach his lips dragging her along behind him.

She giggled, shaking her head till they reached the bar. "Just because the world looks rosy, doesn't mean you have to behave like this" she asserted, pointing a finger at him. "Everything can still fall to shit."

"Ah, so morbid" he teased, waving down the bartender. "We'll have ..."

"... four shots of straight brandy" she ordered.

"Coming right up," the girl said, heading to make the drinks.

"I've figured out, what that spell was," she declared, handing him a piece of paper. He pretended to reach it, but they both knew it made no sense to him. "I'd love to meet the witch that cast it" she chuckled, to herself.

She had nothing but admiration for the witch but she channelled all her rage, toward Aurora in return.

"Channeling?" he asked, unsure.

"You are learning" she realised, surprised. "By linking me to Freya, it put her in danger of overwhelming herself with the amount of magic running through me. Which, is too much for any witch even if they're powerful" she explained.

"Doesn't explain the veins" he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes, taking the piece of parchment back. "I was getting there," she said, not missing the moment of curiosity, that appeared behind his eyes. "Freya found splitters of white oak on my jacket yesterday, so we think that because of our marriage the white oak paralyzed me because I'm now connected to an original" she explained.

She watched him process what she had just said, nodding slowly to himself. Then their drinks finally arrived. For once he looked genuinely confused about what he had just heard. Or more likely, he was worried.

She looked over her shoulder and a small chuckle fell from her lips. "Oh, fuck me" she murmured, taking a sip of her brandy.

She nudged Klaus who looked over his shoulder, just as stunned as her.

Stefan Salvatore, strolled into the bar, looking a little uncertain as he checked his phone. He sat down, a seat away from them, not even noticing they were there. He dropped his head into his hands, clearly distressed.

Oh, she was definitely interested.

Klaus slid him a shot and she couldn't help but grin, downing her own. She couldn't wait to see, where this would go. "Welcome to New Orleans, old friend" he declared, with a grin.

The shock on Stefan's face was priceless. "Klaus," he said slightly taken aback, before finding the words. "As I live and breath."

"Stefan Salvatore, in the Crescent City. This ought to be very good, or entertainingly bad" he mocked.

"Why not both" she chuckled, slipping off her stool, and staring at the vampire. She saw a moment of regret, but he covered it very well. "Do tell" she prompted, flagging down the bartender for a glass of wine.

"Well, I'm just in for a little R&R," he said, picking up his shot. "Hate to disappoint" he added, throwing it back.

"So, how are Elijah and uh, whoever else you brought back from the dead?" he asked, making conversation.