<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">Klaus drove past the gates and up into the driveway of the Mikaelson mansion. Larisa’s jaw dropped the moment her view came into contact with the mansion, never had she stayed in a house as big as the one her father now owned. She jumped out and held the door open for Kol whilst never tearing her eyes from the mansion</h2>
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<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">‘’Starting to catch flies my darling niece’’ Kol chuckled as he used his index finger to close her mouth with a snap between her teeth. She growled and kicked him in the shin causing it to snap. He hissed in pain as his leg completely gave way.</h2>
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<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">‘’Oh come on now Larisa, you know better than that, in between the legs, it hurts more’’ her eyes widened as she realised the statement had came from her normally non violent and calm uncle as he jumped out of the passenger seat.</h2>
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<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">‘’Did Elijah really just say that to you?’’ Rebekah rushed beside her niece as both of them stared at the eldest male as thought he’d grown an extra arm. Larisa turned to look at her aunt and nodded</h2>
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<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">‘’Hurry someone call for helped, someone’s kidnapped the real Elijah’’ Larisa chuckled causing her uncle to narrow his eyes at her. ‘’And the real one’s back’’ she laughed as she moved to help her dad with a few of the bags</h2>
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<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">‘’I want a word in the drawing room please’’ Klaus whispered in her ear as she passed him. She groaned inwardly as she knew it was going to be about Caleb. She looked up to see Rebekah looking at her with slight sympathy in her eyes before she grabbed another bag from the boot and followed her dad inside. She threw the bags down beside the door, leaving them for Kol to collect once his leg was healed. She slowly and cautiously made her way towards the drawing room. Klaus stood over by a small table at the side of the room pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He raised his head slightly as he heard her approach. His blue eyes remained glue to the paint on the wall as he threw the whiskey back his throat and placed the glass down onto the table. Normally Larisa could tell what type of mood her dad was in just by the way he was standing but she couldn’t really read him right now, at first he looked angry but now he looked confused, which one was it?</h2>
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<h2 style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; text-align: start;">‘’Dad’’ she said quietly as she took even more tentative steps into the room. He threw a glance at her over his shoulder which only confused her more, was that amusement in his eyes?</h2>
