The Perfect Mikaelson's

64|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

I didn't get home until 11 last night. I knew Damon and Derek were going to ask questions and lecture me for hours, but when I got home, Damon had dinner waiting for me and Derek was running me a bath.

I don't know what the hell crawled up inside of them and made them like this, but I hope it never goes away. I'm not sure how much more of their bad moods I could take.

I sat in the bath for so long, Damon had to come wake me up. I really expected them to demand to talk tonight, but they let me sleep.

Even this morning, I thought I was going to get an early wake up call, but when I rolled over to look at the clock, it's 2 in the afternoon. God, I guess I was more tired than I realized.

Getting out of bed and avoiding looking at myself in the mirror, I make my way downstairs. I know I look like hell. My hair was wet when I went to bed last night and it's in a knotted messy bun now.

Barely opening my eyes enough to make it down the steps, following the smell of coffee and.. blood? I swear if Damon has some half dead girl in my house, he'll be right there with her soon.

When I enter the kitchen, there's no sign of a dead girl on the island or Damon. Instead, Derek whirls around, dropping some bacon on a plate.

It takes him a second to realize I'm standing here, but that's because I'm trying to remember if I invited him to stay. Did I? I would remember that. Did Damon? Is that the reason he's not here? Avoiding me because he knows I would kill him for it? Probably.

"I heard you wrestling upstairs, so I thought I'd make you some breakfast." He grabs the plate, breezing past me to drop it on the table. He pulls the chair out, pointing at it for me to sit, before going back into the kitchen.

I don't like being bossed around in my own home, but it does look good. French toast, bacon and fruit. My stomach growls so loud, there is no denying whether he heard it or not. Hell, they could hear it back in New Orleans, meaning Elijah will be calling me soon to make sure I eat.

Dropping down into the chair and snatching up a piece of bacon, he returns with coffee and a blood bag, dropping them both in front of me.

When I look up at him to see if this is some kind of test, he just smiles and nods his head towards them. "Damon said blood bags were your thing, but he said coffee might help with the taste since you're.." he trails off, nodding his head towards my stomach.

I growl, snatching another piece of bacon and ripping into it. Of course he wants to talk about the baby now. Why else would he let me sleep in, cooking me breakfast. It also explains why I can smell Damon's cologne around here, but it's been gone for hours. Asshole knew about the ambush and didn't try to warn me.

"I drink blood for a living." I mumble, dropping the half eaten piece of bacon back on the plate and grabbing the blood bag. I rip the tab off, bringing it up to my lips and taking a healthy sip.

I can feel my eyes turn, but Derek doesn't freak out like Liam and Jackson did. I drink so much, I have to take a deep breath. Clearly I haven't fed in awhile and that was careless on my part.

Looking back over at Derek, I pin him with a glare. "Also, I crave it now and have yet to give into it. I wouldn't dare dilute it down with coffee." I take another sip, picking up my bacon and considering drizzling some on it. My stomach growls again, so I look over at Derek who's eating away.

"Don't mind me. I don't even want to know what your cravings have been like." I almost laughed. Almost. If I did, there would be no coming back from that. He would think we're friends and that's exactly what we aren't.