BLONDIE • the mikaelsons

chapter forty seven

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

I had woken up in an incredibly bad mood. When I walked downstairs that morning, the Mikaelsons took one look at my scowling face and made themselves scarce, which only added to my irritability. I was having one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong.

So far, I had walked into three different pieces of furniture and had tripped on a pair of shoes that Kol left in the middle of the hallway. To make matters even worse, whatever the chef had whipped up for breakfast smelt like sewage. I was just grateful that it was my day off from performing.

"Emilia, love, is there anything I can do for you?" Klaus asked, leaping onto the sofa and pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips. I grimaced at the feeling of his stubble grazing my cheek. Usually it wasn't an issue but my skin was particularly sensitive today.

"No, I'm fine!" I snapped, flinching away from his touch. Klaus leaned back, giving me space, and frowned. I winced as I replayed my harsh tone in my mind. Taking a deep breath, I said, "I'm sorry, you've done nothing wrong. I'm just really irritable."

"Is your period due?" Klaus asked with concern.

I glared at him and he chuckled, holding his hand up in surrender.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"There are too many men in this house." I grumbled to myself as Rebekah walked into the room.

"I've been saying the same thing for centuries." She said with an amused smile as she lent against the doorframe.

"And yet, you killed any woman that had the potential of joining the family." Klaus taunted, suppressing a smirk.

Rebekah scoffed, "That's because all of those women were gold digging whores."

"Technically you said the same thing about Emilia." Klaus responded, his eyes lighting up with glee, "And now you're as thick as thieves!"

"I wouldn't go that far," Rebekah shot back, placing a hand on her hip, "It's true that I have grown fond of Emilia but there are plenty of other people I would rather spend my time with."

I felt my heart pang as I looked up at Rebekah with a withering look, "Where are these other people you speak of? Because it seems to me that we are the only ones that can tolerate you, Bekah."

Klaus' smile dropped, recognising the changed atmosphere in the room. He gently patted my shoulder as I glared at his sister.

"Don't listen to a word Rebekah says, Emilia." Klaus said in a low voice, "Rebekah had been known to hide her true feelings from the ones she cares for most."

I huffed as I stood from the couch and walked out the room. "I wasn't aware that Rebekah even had feelings." I muttered as I hurried upstairs.

I heard footsteps follow me and I turned around to face Rebekah once we were in my room. She looked down at me with a soft, apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, Emilia." She said, taking a cautious step towards me, "I didn't mean it. Nik just riled me up and it's instinctual to deny his accusations. I care for you, Emilia. Truly, I do."

"You have a very interesting way of showing it." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

Rebekah winced, "I am deeply apologetic for my behavior. You are quite possibly the most important person to myself and my siblings. Hurting you in any way is inexcusable."

I watched her warily as she took another step closer. Rebekah was watching me with such a loving expression that had me questioning everything. Slowly, she brought her hands to my waist and I sucked in a breath at the touch as I watched her silently. Our eyes locked as Rebekah gripped my hips, allowing her thumbs to gently stroke my stomach. I shivered at the action, my skin erupting with goosebumps.