unspoken - klaus mikaelson

chapter 8 - choices

1865 - New Orleans

The day of her birthday had arrived. She was at Emma's house, gathering all her stuff to take to the compound and get ready with Rebekah. Emma and Dex were still abroad and she couldn't stand being alone in this house that didn't feel like home. Rebekah had offered her a place to stay at the compound, but she had refused, she didn't want to intrude. It had been well over a year since she came to New Orleans and her life had changed massively. Victoria had bloomed here, gone from a quiet, mistreated girl, to a mature young woman, unafraid of society. For the first time in what felt like forever, life was going well for her. She only wished her brothers were here to see it.

She made her way to the compound, and gasped as she looked around. The workers were still setting everything up but it looked beautiful. Statues, and fountains, elegant decorations hung up, tables full of mini desserts and drinks. The Mikaelsons had done it again.

Rebekah walked in with Marcel then. "Ah you're here, what do you think?" She looked slightly nervous but Victoria was honestly awestruck and grateful.

"Rebekah, it's breathtaking. Thank you, so much, for all of it." She smiled at that as they held onto each others arms.

"Nonsense, I was glad to do it. I love a good party."

"Hey i helped too." Marcel bragged.

She laughed at him, "Thank you aswell Marcel. I am grateful."

"No problem, Vic. Happy birthday." He hugged her and then so did Rebekah as she wished her a happy birthday too.

"Now come one, we need to get ready." Her and Rebekah held hands as they giggled running up the stairs.

The party had begun to start, Rebekah had been letting people in and greeting them. She was just about to make her own entrance, but first she needed to put her dress on. Her makeup and hair was already done, courtesy of Rebekah, and she had to admit it, she looked beautiful. She stood in front of the mirror as she put her dress on but she failed to reach her zipper. She was just about to call for Rebekah's assistance when a knock came on the door.

"Come in."

Klaus entered, dressed impeccably smart, in a navy blue, almost black suit. The perfect match coincidentally to her dress. They locked eyes and like usual, her heartbeat quickened. It felt intimate somehow. "You look.... ravishing." He complimented as he came to stand behind her in the mirror and looked her up and down.

She swallowed slightly at how close he was. The tension was thick as she could feel his presence, looming behind her. She so desperately wanted to take a few steps back and lean against him, relish in his touch.
She smiled slightly, "Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself, Mr Mikaelson." She added, just to soften the atmosphere with her teasing.

He laughed slightly at that. She pointed towards her zipper, "Um, do you mind?"

"Of course." He said as he came closer. He slid her hair gently to one side, his breath hot on her neck, causing goosebumps to rise. Victoria, had never been with a man, not intimately, and she doubted any of them could have this much of an effect on her with just a simple touch. He trailed his hand up her back as the other slid up her zipper, very slowly, as if he too didn't want the moment to end. Her breath shortened, her chest rising up and down faster.

He had finished but his hands still lingered on her back, his eyes on hers in the mirror. She knew he could tell how he affected her, his vampire senses could hear how fast her heart was racing. She swallowed again, his eyes trailing the movement in her throat. She turned around then,  and his hands did not fall to his side, instead resting on her arms. "Thank you." She said quite shyly.