Avery
"Are you sure Bex and Abs hate you? Even if you did walk away from Klaus. I'm sure they wouldn't hate you for it. It's always been the 3 of you." I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head. "I'm sure." I whisper, trying not to cry into the beignets I'm currently rolling out. "I gave them every right to hate me. I shouldn't be surprised that they are." I was. Out of everyone that should hate me for leaving Klaus, I didn't think Abbie would be one.
"Just come to Italy with me. It'll be fun and think about all the places we can sneak away to." Rafe winks. "Couples go on vacations together. We're not a couple. On top of that, Italy is romantic and we aren't doing that either." He rolls his eyes and grabs my arm before I can get off the bed. "Just come with me and we can tour the city. We don't even have to have sex or share a room. We'll just be two friends on a trip." I roll my eyes and lean back against the headboard.
"That sounds like a punishment." He leans over, softly kissing down my neck. "Do you want to be punished?" His lips ghost over my skin sending butterflies swarming in my stomach and heat pooling between my thighs. A giggle slipped out as I pushed him away. He pulls me down with him, wrapping his arms around me. "Just agree to come with me and we'll see how things go from there." He's persistent if nothing else. I've learned that over the last 2 weeks.
"Fine. I'll go to Italy with you but I'll buy my own meals and whatever else I want. Don't think about planning any romantic dates or walks through the park. We're friends with benefits, seeing the world together." He smiles, pulling me closer to him and kissing me. Kissing me with so much emotion I can feel every single one. Lust, ecstasy, happiness and.. hope. Hoping for something I can't give him now, if ever.
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We arrived in Italy and our first stop was my favorite restaurant not far from the Rialto Bridge. Rebekah, Abbie and I took a weekend trip to Italy some odd years back and we fell in love. We didn't sleep for 72 hours, too entranced by what the country had to offer. The night we found the bridge, Rebekah got this crazy idea to make wishes on it.
"We should make wishes for ourselves and each other." Abbie and I both snort at the same time, shaking our heads. "Come on, Bex. It's already bad enough that we do it every year for bonfire season." I sigh, walking around her. She grabs my arm, poking her bottom lip out. "Come on. It's the city of love." Abbie throws her head back with a laugh. "That's Paris, Bekah. Maybe even Venice. Not here." I roll my eyes and look at Abbie. "We are in Venice." I sigh again, hating she's making Rebekah's argument.
She stops laughing and looks around. "Shit. Really? I had too much wine at dinner." She waves her hand, a giggle slipping out as she did. "It's decided then."Rebekah cheers, tugging me closer to the edge. "We're making wishes and there will be no more complaining." Abbie and I share a look, before she shrugs. "It can't hurt." I shake my head, looking between the 2 of them. "We have no paper or pen." Abbie opens her bag and I mentally curse her for being prepared for anything.
"Just shut up and write your wish. It's the only way she'll stop." Abbie smiles, passing each of us a sticky note and pen. We all write our wishes, folding them up and looking down at the water and then Rebekah. "What now, Ms. Let's Make a Wish?" I laugh. Rebekah rolls her eyes and looks over at Abbie. "I can do a transportation, calming spell? I've never done it before but it's not hard." She shrugs and I roll my eyes, practically feeling Rebekah's smile behind me.
Nobody else is on the bridge, but Rebekah and I keep watch, while Abbie does the spell for her. When she finishes, she moves her right hand that was placed over her left and out flys a golden butterfly. We all watched amazed, before Abbie looked at us smiling. "Pretty cool, huh? Give me yours." She reaches for Rebekah's, repeating the same process. When the butterfly flies away, Rebekah lets out a slow breath, watching it fly away.
"Why do I feel so calm right now?" Abbie smiles, grabbing my piece of paper. "It's the calming spell. The note links itself to the person. So when the spell is complete, it calms you, allowing you to keep an open mind for the future." She closes her eyes, gently wrapping her hands around my paper, whispering the spell. I watch, amazed when I see the glowing illusion leave her hands. Staring at it, a wave of calmness rushes through me and I take a deep breath. A breath that felt refreshing after years of holding my breath.
"That's all my party tricks. Maybe next time we can do a different color." Abbie wraps her arm in mine, laying her head on my shoulder. "I guess that wasn't so bad." I mumble, getting a smile from both girls. I wasn't surprised we did something like that. I'm in a romantic city, with two hopeless romantics. What did surprise me is the wave of guilt that crashed over me as the calming spell wore off. Knowing about Abbie's lost memories of Damon and Rebekah's growing list of dead boyfriends.. it was something I had knowledge of before it happened and didn't stand up for them.
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After lunch, we made our way over to the bridge. "So you've been to Italy.. why didn't you tell me to pick somewhere else?" I shrug, leaning my head on his arm. I don't know why I did it, but I felt like if I didn't hold onto something, I would get swept up in all the emotions this bridge is dredging up. "I like the way it makes me feel. It feels like I could start over here and actually be happy." His fingers intertwine in mine and I don't fight it. The small act itself makes me feel a little better already.
"Do you have that feeling in the Outer Banks?" I shrug again, letting out a slow breath. "I'm still figuring that out." He steps away, pulling me over to the opening in the middle. "Well I hope you find what you're looking for whether it's here or back home. I want to see you happy." He leans down, brushing his lips over mine before deepening the kiss. Home. That word feels wrong but right all at the same time. I couldn't feel any further from home, but it seems fitting right in this moment.
Just as he's pulling away, I get the feeling of someone watching us and fear turns my blood cold. He can't be here. He shouldn't be here. Looking to where I feel drawn too, I'm met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. They're not Klaus' but I think they're equally as worse. Abbie stares at me, before looking over at Rafe with her mouth slightly hung open. I look behind her and see Stefan and when I look down.. they're holding hands.. like me and Rafe.
A whirlwind of questions threaten to spill out, along with a million of apologies and excuses as to what just happened, but nothing comes out. Instead, we stare at each other for a minute, before Abbie's mouth closes and she walks away. Not a single word exchanged and somehow, she destroyed any last sliver of hope and happiness I was clinging onto.
I went from finally feeling free to gut wrenching pain, seeing my best friend stare right at me and walk away without saying anything. Even if she told me to go die, it would've meant she thought I was worth the breath and anger she so clearly had. It would've meant that she didn't hate me for doing exactly what she wanted me too. It would mean that I didn't ruin everything I've ever loved and cared about.
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The Perfect Mikaelson's
FanfictionTwo best friends find themselves bound to the Mikaelson's. One by blood and one by loyalty. They crave nothing more than the freedom from the family, but something always seems to drag them back in. While trying to find their purpose in life outside...
