BLONDIE • the mikaelsons

chapter twenty eight

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

Both Mikaelson brothers watched me intently as I walked into the dining room. The dress I wore was red and it fell to just above my knees. The neckline was lower than I would have chosen and I rolled my eyes when their gaze settled on the exposed cleavage.

"If I must dine with the Salvatore brothers, then the food better be spectacular." I said, resting a hand on my hip.

"Only the best for you, love." Klaus grinned, "The company may be inadequate but the food will be sensational."

There was a knock at the door and I locked eyes with Elijah as he stepped forward to open it.

"Niklaus, our guests have arrived." He said, stepping to the side to allow the brothers to enter.

"Damon. Stefan." Klaus acknowledged with a grin, "Elijah tells me you seek an audience. Very bold. Let's discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men, shall we?"

"It's better to indulge him." Elijah advised, walking past them and over to me. He stood beside me and rested his hand on my lower back, and action that wasn't missed by his brother.

"I didn't come here to eat, Klaus." Stefan said coldly, "Fact, I didn't want to come here at all. But I was told I had to because you would hear us out."

Klaus chuckled, "Well, we can sit and eat or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides. The choice is yours."

Given that the other option would have been unpleasant to say the least, the Salvatores reluctantly nodded. Two waitresses pulled out chairs for them and they begrudgingly sat. Elijah led me to a chair but before he could pull it out, Klaus did. I eyed them warily as I sat, realizing that this dinner was most likely going to end in disaster.

A waiter brought in our plates of food and my eyes lit up at the sight of the roast pork. Klaus chuckled at my expression so I immaturely stuck my tongue out at him. The corner of Elijah's mouth tipped up in amusement, earning a glare from his brother.

We all tucked into the food, with the exception of Stefan, who crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Thank you, love." Damon murmured to a waitress as she poured him a glass of wine.

"You lost your appetite?" Klaus asked Stefan, who glowered at him.

"Eat." Damon ordered his brother, "I thought we agreed that we would leave the grumpy Stefan at home."

"That's the spirit." Klaus mused as Stefan began to eat, "Isn't it nice? The five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from my brother?"

"Well, I know how he felt about you, so I figured the more, the merrier." Smirked Damon, sending a quick wink to the original in question. My eyes narrowed at Elijah, who looked away from me and down at his meal.

"Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the centuries." Klaus said with a wicked grin, "But we always make it through."

"Kind of like you and Rebekah, right?" Stefan asked and Klaus' smile dropped, "Where is she, by the way? Last I checked she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her."

"If you're referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I've already come clean to Elijah."

"Hey, Stef, remember when you killed dad?" Damon reminded him, "Might want to dial down the judgment until dessert."

"We're here to make a deal, Damon." Stefan replied, "Doesn't mean we need to kiss his ass for seven courses."

"I'm just saying we have a long evening ahead of us. Pace yourself." Damon warned before his gaze settled on me, "So, Emilia, I didn't expect to see you here. Last I heard from your sister, you're not a big fan of your fiancé."