𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 | klaus mikaelson

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 38 'ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ & ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ'

Cassandra POV

The door opened and they walked in. They didn't see me right away so they continued what they were doing before they noticed me and the questions started pouring in.

"How are you alive?"

"Why did you kill him?"

"How do you know Mikael?"

"Who were they?"

"Why do you think you're welcome here?!''

Additionally, they shouted over each other or some looked at me with worry in their eyes. I saw in certain eyes the desire to hug me.

I honestly didn't feel the fear of death. Why did people make a fuss about it. After all, it has always been so natural. I understood that death causes difficulties in many lives, but I came to terms with it.

I stared at them disinterestedly and waited for them to stop yelling at me. I won't lie, it was slightly annoying. After they realized that they didn't get answers that way, they quieted down and I finally looked at them.

I licked my lips and calmly answered briefly. "Killing me is not easy. He was not needed and no one will regret his death. We ran into each other many years ago. They are his siblings, brothers. I don't care for the foreseeable future where I am and I'm not welcome.''

They processed the information I gave them. Jeremy was the first to snap out of his thoughts and run to me. However, he was not the only one, but not everyone came. I put my arms around them with some caution as they clung to me for dear life.

After a while they let me go and made me sit back on the sofa, from which I don't even remember getting up. Their excuses for their actions kept falling from their mouths. I raised my hand and they fell silent. With another moment I smiled at them. "I'm glad you were worried. Just don't do such stupid things again next time. I always watched over you and protected you no matter what. Bringing Mikael here was not a good idea,'' with the last sentence I looked at Stefan, who found the floor much more interesting.

"How did you two meet in the first place, it wasn't some crazy romance, was it?!'' Damon laughed nervously.

I smirked. "Maybe I'm into older men, but not so much..."

"But you don't mind sleeping with the Originals, do you?"

"I haven't slept with them yet..."

''Yet?!''

''What?''

"Do you want to hear a story or are you going to act like the idiot you are?" I asked him sweetly and menacingly. He motioned for me to continue. "Years ago... in days that none of you remember, or weren't around to remember..." I took a breath and thought about how to say it.

"It was a sunny day like any other and I was watching over you on the playground while your mothers were having fun with each other until I noticed a certain unnatural aura. Vampire. At the edge of the field, Mikael stood looking at you - especially at Elena. For a while I didn't understand why he would be interested in a little girl. A toddler...''

"I came to him as an innocent child and I understood when I heard him talking to someone on the phone. About you being a doppelgänger, Elena. He talked to me like I was nobody important and I found out enough by my question. He followed you for the next few days, but inadvertently caught the attention of Bennett the witch. Once they found out who he was and what he was up to, they wanted to get rid of him. They stepped into the situation before I did. I watched the ritual in the middle of the night as your grandmother and your mother dried him, mostly your mother. And then they locked him in a tomb in the cemetery...''