The Perfect Mikaelson's

25|| Avery ❤️‍🔥

Avery

Elena had gone home a little bit ago, but Abbie and I decided to stay back, giving the boys back at home more time to forget what they read. Stefan and Abbie were in the kitchen preparing dinner, laughing and talking like they were 2 teenage girls. Abbie had told me her and Stefan were good friends in 1864. The way she talked about it, made it seem like he was as close and her and I were. Hearing them now only confirmed it.

The front door opened and closed, as Damon walked further into the house, peaking into the kitchen, before joining me in the living room. "Should I be concerned that a Mikaelson is cooking in my kitchen?" Damon asked, motioning his thumb over his shoulder before setting down the plastic bag. "Abbie? No. Kol? Very." I laughed. "Abs loves to cook. Always has." I stated matter-of-factly, looking up from my book, before looking at the bag.

"Take it, you took Abbie's recommendation?" I met his eyes, giving him a curious smile. Of course I was listening in earlier, Abbie was a huge flirt when she didn't have one of her brothers hovering around. So I was completely invested in their conversation. "I take it that you don't mind your business much?" He quipped, going over to pour himself a drink.

"Well it was either listen to you two or listen to Elena go on and on about Rebekah at cheer practice." I rolled my eyes, holding up my glass so he would get the idea to come pour me more. He ignored me and went over to sit in his chair. "I would ask your opinion on it, but you have questionable taste, especially in men." He smiled.

"What he lacks in self control, he makes up for in his handy work." I smile as he cringes at the thought. "Please stop talking about you and my brother like I can't hear you." Abbie calls from the kitchen. "I know you've read worse things, Abs. Suck it up." I called back, practically able to hear her blushing. "Hey Stef? How bad is she blushing right now?" I held back a laugh, getting silence in return.

Abbie appeared in the doorway a minute later, glaring at me. "Can you stop? You're doing it on purpose." Abbie pouted, her fist balled up at her sides. God, she looked like a pissed off 5 year old. "I'm not doing anything. Maybe you need to find a way to relax a bit. Maybe a nice shower?" I smiled, leaning back into the couch. Her face was so red, I was starting to think she was holding her breath for a minute. She huffed and stormed off back into the kitchen, stomping away like a child.

"So like I was saying.." I turned my attention back to Damon, deciding to say one last thing to dig at Abbie. "Are you normally into girls who are sweet and innocent on the outside, but an absolute freak in the sheets?" There was a thud of a knife slamming onto the counter in the kitchen, letting me know I'd succeeded.

The heat from her anger entered the room before she stormed back out, glaring at me like before. "Get. Out." She hissed, making me laugh, before putting my hands up and standing up from the couch. "Fine. I'll leave you all to it." I stated, smiling at Abbie. I walked to the door, reaching for the knob, before stopping. Might as well make it worth it right?

I turned back to face Abbie, who was still red faced but her fist wasn't clenched. She thought I was done. Poor Abbie. "Oh and Damon? I forgot to mention her punishment kink." I grinned so hard, I thought my cheeks would spit. None of that mattered when I could see literal steam coming from Abbie's ears and her eyes pop out of their sockets. Before she could say anything else, I left, getting back into my car to go home. It was much safer than staying with Abbie now.

Walking into the house, I can hear everyone in the dining room eating. "Hey. Sorry I'm late." I breathe out, leaning down to kiss Klaus before taking my seat beside Rebekah. "Where were you? Where's Abbie?" Klaus asked. "She's out with friends tonight. I wouldn't expect her back till later." I answer, not looking up from the plate that was placed in front of me.

"Who is she with?" I looked up to see Kol glaring at me. When it came to Abbie, Kol was the one you didn't want to have asking you questions. "I just said she's with her friends. She's fine." I mumbled, bringing a bit of lamb up to my mouth. "She's with the Salvatore's again, isn't she?" The question was rhetorical, but no matter if I answered or not, he knew the answer.

"I'll handle it tomorrow." Klaus mumbles, making me pause, bring the bite up to my mouth and look at him. He was already looking at me, but he wasn't waiting for my approval, he was declaring it, no matter what I had to say about the matter. "I suggest you rethink that. They're just friends." I say, going back to my meal.

"No suggestion needed, love. They're a distraction to her and we need her focused for what's to come." I slam my silverware down, rattling everyone's plates on the table. "Bloody hell. Here they go." Rebekah mumbles. "And what is that exactly? Because I can't think of one that is more important than your sister's sliver of happiness right now." His features harden and his knuckles whiten around his silverware.

"Her happiness is driven by lust for the first boy to pay her attention." I roll my eyes, grabbing my wine glass. "Maybe if y'all paid her a bit more attention than treating her like she's this child that can't handle bad news or the reality of our lifestyle, then maybe she wouldn't feel the need to get underneath the first guy to look her way. She's not the same girl she was when y'all first turned and she's not the same girl she was when she obliterated that village. She's also not the same girl that she was a year ago, when you killed her boyfriend. Maybe she keeps making these attempts to find love, because you fail to give her a chance to realize what she needs protecting from." I state, sipping my wine.

The room falls silent, not even the sound of utensils hitting china, because everyone is busy taking in what I'm saying. Good, they need to see that this has gone on long enough and she needs a chance to learn. "I agree that protecting Abbie in every way we can is the best decision at times.. but sometimes you have to step back to let her learn why we're doing it, or else she never sees it. Why do you think it's always been the same fights for the last 1000 years? She craves freedom and independence, along with adventure and love. She watches all of us get to experience all of it, but the second she finds that, y'all always there to rip it away." Still silent. I should keep going so they get the point, but if I push too far, they shut down. Time to wrap it up.

"When Zeke died, you think she was upset about him.. when in reality, him actually dying was only a sliver of it. She was sad because she feared her child would never experience freedom that she had been denied for so long. It was also because you assumed she went against you, when she had nothing but your best interest. It was always business first and then pleasure.. they never crossed the two. Zeke's death chipped her heart, but you disowning her turned it to dust." I finish off my glass, before looking at all of them, before landing on Klaus.

"You can say you're protecting her all you want, but who's protecting her from the people who are supposed to protect her but hurt her the most?" I push up from my chair, tossing my napkin on my plate and leaving the room. They needed to take time to understand what I laid out for them. Would they actually listen? That was up to them, but they needed to hear it.

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