Original Madness

《8》

|Chapter Eight: A Formal Mikaelson Dinner|

"No." I slapped Phoebe's hand as she tried to steal another cookie from the frosted glass plate.

I had been lenient on the first of her many trips back to the kitchen counter because she had kept Elijah occupied and away from me for the last few hours while I prepared dinner, but now I had to put my foot down!

She had already eaten an entire batch of my peanut butter cookies, and the last batch -that I had to make because of her- I had just put into the oven.

"Please, just one more? I promise that it will be the last one!"

I shook my head. "I will not allow you to eat all the cookies that I've just spent the last hour making."

"Rose." She wined.

I pointed to the living room, giving her my best motherly look. 'Keep an eye on Elijah. I still don't like how he reacted to us not telling him about Esther. He's curious. That's never good.'

She sighed, hunching over her shoulders. "As you wish." Her hands pressed together in front of her chest, and she did a little nod before walking out of the room.

I shook my head, a laugh escaping my lips as I turned back to the dirty bowls on the counter. It was moments like this that made me relax for just a few seconds. Phoebe acting like how she did when we were children always cheered me up.

With Marcel coming to the house soon, I needed everything done quickly, but it's hard to demand the cookies to bake faster, or the dishes to wash themselves.

The kitchen was a mess, and that slight peace that I had gotten from Phoebe making me laugh had disappeared.

Walking around the island in the center of the kitchen, I collected the dirty bowls and silverware, placing them into the sink. The cookies would be done in five minutes, and that would be just enough time to clean up a bit before everyone sat down in the dining room.

All the food had already been placed on the table in there. I know that I'm cooking for a bunch of old vampires, but just because they don't eat human food, doesn't mean that they can't; and they will be eating my food.

Hopefully I can get everyone to sit down for a while before they try and knock each other's head's off or rip each other's hearts out. Although I'm not quite sure that would get rid of my appetite.

"Damn it!" I hissed, dropping the glass bowl into the sink. The water was scolding hot for absolutely no reason, and I hadn't touched the nossle since I began washing the dishes.

A hand quickly reached out turning the colder water up more, and turning off the hot while I held my now dark red hand in pain.

"Thank you." I mumbled, letting the cold water soothe the burn along my skin.

"You should pay more attention when you're cooking. You could get hurt." Elijah spoke softly.

I quickly pulled my hand out of the water, putting five feet between us.

"I don't like anyone in the kitchen when I work." I told him, hoping that he would leave.