The Perfect Mikaelson's

47|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

Do you know what it's like to be a prisoner inside your own house but not wanted there at the same time? They don't want me here, but refuse to let me leave. I'm pretty sure Klaus is waiting for the perfect time to kidnap me and torture me for months on end. He knows Elijah would ask too many questions, so until he puts a dagger in him, I'm safe.

Also, until the threat to Hayley and the baby is handled, I'm of use. I guess that doesn't make the kid that bad. I mean, it's nothing personal to the kid, and not really Hayley either. It's Nik and I hate he's made me into this spiteful person.

It's what the baby represents. That Klaus controls every part of my life. My happiness. My freedom. My bloody sanity. I can't sit in this house for another 4 months until Hayley has the baby, doing all of their bidding. I need time to process and try to figure out if I can be around my future niece or nephew without being reminded of what was taken from me.

"We need to talk." I announce, walking into the kitchen where everyone sits. I'm surprised Rebekah's here and not running some errand for Nik, but it'll save me a phone call later. Right now, I need to focus on me and what I need to do.

"Would you like me to leave so you can say whatever it is behind my back?" Klaus grunts, setting his plate in the sink, turning to me with a grin. I roll my eyes till they land on him. We haven't been on speaking terms. Arguing? Yes. He demands things from me and I fight him on it until he agrees to my way. I still do his bidding, but with less blood and threats. Compromise.

"I'd rather rip your spine out through your throat, but I just had my nails done." I smile sweetly, before looking back at the group as a whole, mainly focusing on Elijah. "I'm leaving until Hayley has the baby." I start, knowing there will be an argument.

"Absolutely not. You'll stay right here, where you're needed." Klaus shakes his head. I turn towards him. "I can link Hayley's life to mine. After that, I have no reason to stay." I retorted, watching his eye twitch and his jaw tick. "There are more threats against this family than just the ancestors." Klaus growls and I just shrug in response.

"The best advice I can give you is keep the daggers put up, avoid white oak and quit pissing off the witches." Hayley snorts from her spot on the stool, before covering it up with a cough with Klaus glares at her. He looks back at me but I speak before he could argue further.

"I'm not asking, Nik. I need this and if something were to happen and you needed me, I'm a phone call and flight away. This isn't a goodbye. It's just until I can figure some things out." His eyes narrow, but Elijah cuts in. "This is until the baby is born and then you'll come back?" I nod. If anyone is going to convince Klaus, it's Elijah.

"Very well." He closes his newspaper, standing from his chair, walking over to me. "I expect to know where you've decided to stay and I expect you to stay out of trouble." He gives me a pointed look, making me roll my eyes and smile. "Of course. I'll message you as soon as I get there." He kisses my cheek, walking out the room.

Klaus walks over, stopping right in front of me. "In case it was lost in translation and you need to hear it again to get it through your thick skull.. no boys." I roll my eyes, standing up straighter. "Yeah. I got that. Anything else? Would you like me to wear a leash too?" I sass. I watch his face morph into a sinister grin, before he steps into me.

"Don't forget I've read your books, Abbie Kate." He leans in closer to my ear, his voice changing to a deadly note. "If I find out someone put a leash on you, they, along with anyone they know, would die a very slow death." He kisses my cheek, as I gulp. He leaves the room without another word, but I know he's smiling. Smug bastard.

"Well, as much as I'll miss you," Rebekah gets up, walking over to me. "You deserve it more than anyone." She pulls me into a hug. "Just stay safe and I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for." She whispers before pulling away and walking past me.