Bloom • Mikaelson

VI. Confrontation

THAT DAMN SISTER OF MINE FOR SOME reason thought a longer stay meant she needed to pick a side. Something we didn't agree on. I didn't want any part in what the Salvatore's have going on, or Niklaus. Yet, here I sit in the Salvatore house sipping bourbon. No one has anything to say or any plans on getting the moonstone. They don't even talk about their plans to destroy Niklaus even if I already know they wish to use me as leverage. Something I guess Ivonna forgot when choosing to help them.

"Ivonna, may I speak with you?" I ask.

She smiles nodding her head, her blonde locks bobbing up and down. Leading her away from Elena and the Salvatore brothers, I frown. Ivonna was good at doing the exact opposite of what was best for us. She had the tendency to put her feelings above all else. She hated Niklaus, liked Stefan — those both win when helping the Salvatore's. However, I seem to lose.

"This is not what I meant. A longer stay doesn't mean you have to pick a side while we're here. Elena is the doppelganger and her blood is the most important part of the spell." I scold.

"Yes, I know." Ivonna shrugs.

She clearly doesn't understand what I'm getting at.

"I'm sure Niklaus will figure out that I'm here. Helping them makes that easier. I don't want to see Niklaus."

"Oh."

Obviously Ivonna didn't think this great plan of hers through.

"It's going to be okay. We have each other." She smiles.

"That never stopped anyone before."

"Nadia, we will be fine. You don't have to see him if you don't want to. I promise." With that said she leaves me to frown to myself.

I only hope Ivonna could make good on her promises. My silver eyes meet with Damon's crystal orbs and I frown. I guess no one around here understood the meaning of privacy. I walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass for water. My mind in-visions what it'd be like to see Niklaus again. Will he immediately scoop me into his arms? Or will he caress my cheek and look at me as if I'm the only person he's ever laid eyes on? When we were kids, it was easy to love Niklaus with no fears of ever losing him. I wanted a family with him, I wanted to get married and spend the rest of my life with him.

"Something troubling you?" Damon's voice shatters the impenetrable wall around my thoughts.

"No, I'm fine." I shrug.

"I heard the conversation between you and your sister."

"Yea, I saw. It seems no one taught you the meaning of privacy." I glare at Damon.

"What happened in New Orleans?"

"What?"

"You're so afraid to see him again. You don't even want him knowing you were anywhere near Mystic falls. However, Ivonna talked about a love between the two of you that most people would do anything to have. You don't fear someone you love like that."

"You know, no one confronts me about my feelings. I'm sure Ivonna would if she couldn't already feel them. I'm not afraid of Niklaus. I'm afraid to love him — that's where the tragedy comes into our love story. Quite like you and Elena. You think she deserves better and you end up pushing her away. She's not afraid of you, yet afraid to love you. Loving a dangerous man can destroy your heart. It can destroy you."

Damon takes my words into thought, knowing I am right. Grabbing my phone off the island, I push pass him before heading towards the front door so I can go home. My heart can't take another one of those conversations. Bonnie stops me before I can reach for the doorknob and sadly, you can't compel a witch. I stand in front of her, waiting for her to scrutinize me and move out my way. However, she doesn't and that is the thing about these Bennets, they don't back down. Even if whatever they're taking on can kill them.