The Perfect Mikaelson's

98|| Damon 🥃

Damon

Stefan and I watch as the headlights from Abbie's car approaches. She texted us a few minutes ago, saying she was coming over and to have a drink ready for her. I didn't like the sound of it, so I poured a double and made sure we had plenty of ice cream for her to binge on.

Her car rolls to a stop, before she climbs out of the car and rushes over to Stefan, wrapping her arms around him.

"He hates me, Stef. He bloody hates me and I don't know what to do about it." She sobs into his chest. Stefan looks at me and I shrug.

The 'he' she could be referring to could be Derek or Klaus. Considering she came here alone, I'd say it's the former. Clearly he's still giving her grief over saving his life, so maybe I should pay him a visit to remind him just how lucky he is to have someone like Abbie protecting him.

"Let's go inside and get you something to eat. You can tell us everything, okay?" Stefan coos, stroking her hair.

I don't like how he tends to her or how she went to him first. Screw what they had in 1864. It was nothing compared to what we had. She should be coming to me.

She nods against his chest. Tucking herself under his arm, she clings onto him like he's the only thing keeping her afloat.

Stefan may come off as the hero and the good brother, but he isn't her hero. He's not her Prince Charming or the guy she's going to take home to her family. If it's going to be either of us, it'll be me.

Only me.

Holding out the glass for her, I watch as she stops, looking at the glass. Her big blue eyes meet mine, as her fingers carefully wrap around the glass.

Nothing is said between us and nothing needs to be. The funny thing about Abbie is, she doesn't have to speak to be understood. Compared to her family who is constantly threatening or yelling demands.

Abbie's emotions and body language says everything. How she feels, what she's thinking.. I doubt she even realizes how easy she is to read. So if she has to say it, you're either not paying attention or it's just simply, not that simple.

Which is why I still don't know why she said no to me back in 1864. No matter how long I go over our time together, remembering and overthinking every letter or interaction we had. I can't figure out when she started to drift away or where I went wrong.

Maybe you didn't. Maybe it was her.

If it was her, I'd have answers as to why she said no. Instead, she said no, compelled away our memories and left. Just left like she had never been in our lives.

I grab the ice cream from the freezer, spoon and head back into the living room. She's sitting in my favorite chair, but I'm not complaining because it got her out of Stefan's arms.

Sitting on the coffee table in front of her, her eyes trained on the glass of bourbon. I gently take it from her hands, drawing her attention to me as I set it beside me, popping the lid of the ice cream and shoving the spoon in.

I pass it to her, wrapping her hands around it. "What did Derek do?" Her eyes soften, as her bottom lip trembles. Shaking her head, a few loose curls fall around her face, as she hugs the blanket tighter to her body.

"Nothing. He didn't do anything. It's just.." tears roll down her cheeks, as she drops her head and take a deep breath. "It's just everything. Derek and the divorce, Klaus, Avery, Davina.. everything. I just can't take it anymore." Her voice shakes.

More tears fall as she slowly looks up at me. "I brought Kol back." My confusion deepens, because I expected her to be happy about that. I've heard she was closest to Kol, so why isn't she happy about that?