The Perfect Mikaelson's

51|| Avery ❤️‍🔥

Avery

"Klaus? Are you here?" I looked up as I descended the steps, seeing the blonde bartender from my last visit. "Can I help you?" I ask, taking the last step and stopping. "Uh.. I'm looking for Klaus." She glances around, before looking at me and her brows pinching together. "Who are you?" She tilts her head.

I shift onto my other foot, going to answer but cut off. "Oh crap." I look over to Hayley, who's waddled in at some point. "How are you feeling?" The blonde goes over to Hayley, but before Hayley could answer, a door on the second floor opens and laughter spills out before coming to a stop. I look up and see Klaus with some red head.

Not just any red head.. Bloody Genevieve.

Her and Klaus look down at us, as he smiles, looking proud of himself. Genevieve at least has the tact to seem embarrassed, but she soon squares her shoulders and turns her nose up at me.

"Well, isn't this a lovely surprise? My therapist, mother of my child, ex-fiancé and mistress, all in one room." Genevieve's face flashes with hurt, before she glares daggers at me.

"What's wrong, Genevieve? Ancestors got your tongue?" I taunt, tilting my head to the side with a smile. Hayley snickers behind me, as Genevieve's eyes flare with anger, as she looks at Klaus.

"Don't expect him to come to your rescue, he wouldn't save you, even if I had my teeth buried in your carotid." She stares at him a minute longer, before swiftly turning around and stomping off, coming down the steps behind me.

When she reaches the bottom, she stops and turns to me. "I don't see what he ever saw in you." She snarls. I laugh, stepping closer to her and smiling. "I said the same thing 200 years ago. Then again, you were showing interest in Kol then, and Klaus loves to take what isn't his." Her face pales and the satisfaction is enough to cool my anger.

"Or was it Elijah? He always had a thing for witches." I tilt my head, watching her nostrils flare. "So I guess that just leaves Finn to mark off your Mikaelson bingo card. Well, unless you plan on trying with Rebekah and Abbie too." Her mouth pops open, but I don't give her time to argue.

"You can go, Love. I'm sure he paid you for your services." I give her my back, walking into the kitchen where Elijah is reading the paper. When he looks up from the paper, his lip twitches when he sees me.

"I hope Niklaus' guest didn't upset you?" I scrunch up my nose. "The day I'm upset over Genevieve, is the day I drive a stake through my heart." I grab a plate, deciding between the feast Elijah had prepared for us.

"So what's the occasion?" I motion to all the food, before picking up a chocolate filled crepe. "Did someone get undaggered or is this a last supper before one goes in? Might I suggest Klaus?" I offer, smiling sweetly at him.

"Not that I should need a reason to cater to my family, I think this morning deserved a celebration." I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain further. "She should be here any minute." He folds up his paper, standing from the table. I roll my eyes, setting my plate down. If I have to deal with another one of Klaus' toys, I'm going to kill him before the week is over.

"Great. Should I have the maid change Klaus' sheets so his other whore doesn't find out?" His eyes meet mine, but I don't need him to tell me how bitter that sounded. I tasted it and I don't like that it came out of me without a second thought. I'm over Klaus and I couldn't care less about who he sleeps with.

"Interesting. I'm sure she won't feel that is necessary." He strolls out of the room, leaving me confused and slightly disgusted. This girl knows he's sleeping around and she doesn't even argue for clean sheets? Unless she doesn't know. My stupid heart breaks for the poor girl, so I follow Elijah out.