Slow Burn [Klaus Mikaelson Story]

54. The Ring

After few minutes of taking and placing everything in a small old bag that apparently is equivalent to blackhole now, after casting the spell, I dial Damon's number.

"Kinda busy right now" he voices comes out strangles as if he is in a choke hold.

"Damon?" I call out, and instantly I hear shuffling and thudding.

"Hello Love" the addicting British accent flows through my ears.

"Klaus" I breath out.

"Are you in Chicago as well?" he asks softly.

"Yes I am" I answer truthfully as I make my way upstairs.

"Then why are you not here with this riffraff, I could use a sight" he says, making me blush.

"I have been called worse" I hear Damon's voice in the background.

"He wanted to talk to you alone I suppose" I stop outside the bookshelf, I quickly mute the phone chanting the spell. The door seals shut as I unmute the call.

"I'll make you a deal, I will spare his life and his annoying antics if you come here for the moment" he suggests, "I don't have a transportation, and I don't where you are" I tell him walking outside the library as the cold weather slaps my face making me smile.

"He left you alone in an unknown city and without means of transport" his voice suddenly turned deadly.

"I am fine I am a big girl" I chuckle, "Where are you?" he asks and I tell him the address and the line goes dead.

I look at the phone in confusion, but it was gone as soon as it came.

"Hello love" I hear his voice behind me, I turn around on my heels and I look at his expression, he is checking out the neighbourhood, after satisfaction he slightly nods his head and walks over to me.

"Next time I will rip his heart out if he ever leaves you alone in the middle of the night" his breath fans my face.

"I am a big girl" I pout and he looks at me in amusement.

"Ready?" he asks and I nod at him not knowing what I am agreeing to. Suddenly he picks me up bridal style, in fear of falling I wrap my hands around his neck.

He pulls me impossibly closer to him and a sense of deja vu hits me. Flashes of him carrying me filled my vision.

"Hav-have you carried me like this before?" I ask peeking through my eyelashes.

"No" he immediately shuts me down before speeding towards Gloria's I assume.

-/-

Klaus puts me down and gently grabs my hand talking me inside the bar.

Damon is sitting on the bar stool look weirdly at me and Klaus, with a stake in his stomach. I quickly make my way towards Damon pulling the stake out.

Klaus follows me before taking the stake from my hand and looking at Damon.

"If you would give us some privacy" Klaus says looking at Damon then back at me.

"I am not leaving her with you alone" Damon tries to get up.

"Your funeral then mate" Klaus tightens his grip onto the stake and before he can throw it, "Damon I will be fine I promise" I say giving a confident look to Damon. Damon gives me one last look before leaving.

"So little one what are you doing here?" Klaus asks.

"Just accompanying Damon, I had nothing better to do" I shrug lightly.

"Right" he walk towards me and wraps his arm around my waist. A sense of deja vu hits me.

"I am sorry" he says.

"I am sorry I had taken your sister away- I had no choice please don't be mad at me" he breathes out with remorse.

A pang of guilt invades my expression but before he can notice I hug him, surprising him and myself.

"its okay I told you, I understand your reasons" and I cup my hand place it against his ear, "She and I are not blood related" I whisper, I have no idea why I felt the need to mention that to him.

Someone clears their throat and Klaus pushes me slightly away from him.

"Now I want to see you both out of this town otherwise I will make sure you beg for death" Klaus say without looking as he pulls out a stake from Damon's abdomen, throwing it away. I roll my eyes in annoyance.

Damon speeds towards me, throwing his arm around my shoulder and handing me his keys. I feel Klaus's gaze on me, I slightly look at him to see him glaring at Damon specially at his hand which is around me.

I roll my eyes at him, before walking outside. I get a blood bag from the trunk and toss it at Damon, he quickly rips it opens and chugs it. Few seconds later a teary eyed Elena slips into the backseat.

Guess things didn't worked out.

Damon sits in the passenger seat and I slide in the drivers seat.

-/-

We drop Elena off, and I drive back to the Salvatore boarding house. Damon slowly walks inside with an invisible gloom cloud over his head.

I let out a sigh, I make my way inside as well carrying the small bag, following Damon to his room. Damon falls down on the bed like a rag doll whereas I walk in front of the bed and sit on the wooden floor.

"What are you doing?" I hear his muffled voice.

"Well I met my grandma" I turn around to look at him, his head shot up and next thing I know he is sitting in front of me.

"Explain" he says and I tell him everything which he listened to very attentively.

"So you mean to say you can talk with ghosts and that ghost has invited you to Chicago every month?"

"Yup and I can only see grandma I suppose" I look at the ceiling.

"How?"

"I didn't bother to ask" I look down at him. He is giving me a are-you-kidding-me-look, "in my defence it was emotional and shocking" I raise my hand in surrender, he nods at me, "So what did Grandma give you?"

"Well for starters this ring" I show him my pink my offering him my hand, he takes my hand in his and examines it.

"Apparently it the part of the Darius emblem which was hidden" I explain, I retreat my hand back and rummage through the bag and pull out a gigantic Grimore, which makes Damon's eyes widen as he looks at the bag and the book in my hand.

"How-" he trails on question.

"Witch remember?" I chuckle as he dumfounded nods his head. Slowly I start to take everything out and soon the area in front of the feet of the bed is covered with all the things I was gifted. Damon is standing in the corner looking at everything with wide eyes whilst I am sitting in the middle of things.

"That is what my grandma gave me" I give him a cheeky smile.

"Well at least someone's trip was a success" he mumbles.