Eternal Love (a Niklaus Mikaelson Love Story)

How'd He Get In?

Author's Note- I've sort of given up at trying to spell everything right, so some words are not spelt right.

Lillian POV

Oh crap, he's seen me, I thought to myself hastily trying to pull the curtains shut. Insted, I managed to rip them off completely. I sighed in relief when I saw that the Mikaelson's were gone. Then I looked up to see just how much damage I'd inflicted on the curtain rails.

Suddenly my forehead exploded in pain. I moved my hand to my head and found a massive gash that was bleeding profusely.

Just great. I'd manage to tear the railing out of the walls so that it hung approximately a centimetre above my head. I'd bashed by head on it when I looked up.

Luck really wasn't with me today.

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*2 hours later*

Lillian POV

The gash on my head had turned into a faint pink line, one that would vanish in an hour or so. I'd done my best to put the curtain back. The rail was fixed back on the wall and, although it was really wonky, didn't look all that bad.

Afterward, I decided I was hungry so I went down to the basement and got a bag of blood. It was A-, one of my least favourite, but I'd just about run out and blood was blood. I went upstairs to the dining room to eat it. I sat down and had my meal, emptying the bag.

I then noticed an envelope. I opened it and found an invitation to a party at the town hall. Theme was gothic. I laughed bitterly at this. If they were all so oblivious to the fact that vampires existed and some were, in fact, in their town, then why did they always have parties where everyone had to dress up as a steriotypical vampires?

I got up. I had to go or I'd be tossed out of the popular circle, no matter how much money I had (and believe me, I have a lot).

I went to my walk-in-wardrobe, looking at my dresses. I chose a mid-thigh black and dark purple dress with black lace sleeves. I grabbed some fishnets and knee-high high-heeled boots. To complete the look, I put a black, mid-back length wig on and purple and black make-up.

I wore fake fangs, knowing I'd have to discard them as soon as I decided to eat.

I walked to the garage, choosing my black Ferrari over my purple Alfa Romeo.

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Lillian POV

I wandered around, feeling a bit lost. I could dance, but not to this horrid new 'pop' and 'rock' stuff. I shuddered as I walked around some people kissing while trying to dance. It looked really awkward.

I finally settled at the bar, buying a drink for everyone who had enough common sense not to dance to that crap.

Taking my last swig of tequila, I got up, stumbling a little bit and then completely losing my balance on the heels. I blacked out briefly.

When I opened my eyes, I was standing outside. Well not really. The only reason I wasn't in a heap on the floor was because I had a pair of muscular arms supporting me from behind.

The person, presumably a guy, was asking me something but I hadn't regained any senses other than see and touch. The voice kept fading in and out. Then, suddenly, I heard what he was saying.

"Where's your car? Hey, miss, can you hear me?" He asked, tilting his head as I turned around to see him properly.

"Y-y-yes," I answered, stuttering slightly.

"Where's your car? I'll be happy to drive you home," He said gently.

I pointed to my sleek black car, parked perfectly straight.

"Keys? What's your name? Anything?" He asked, laughing slightly.

"L-Lillian," I said, with a tiny bit more confidence, handing him the keys.

"Ethan," He told me, letting go of me to shake hands but rethinking as I started to topple sideways. He then guided me to my car, unlocked it and then put me in the passenger seat, doing my belt up as though I was little more than a young child. I didn't object though.

As he got it and started driving, to where I don't know because I didn't tell him my adress, I pondered over whether it was wise or not to let him have the keys to my 200,000 dollar car and my full trust.

Oh well, I always had more money. I never had a chance at a guy as hot as Ethan, though. Yeah, I like- fine REALLY like- Klaus, but I don't think he feels the same way, so being with him was never possible.

As soon as I stopped thinking about that, Ethan asked my address. I told him it without hesitation.

We arrived and I found I couldn't even move an inch. Ethan ended up carrying me in, laying me on the sofa and then getting me a glass of water to help wash the alcohol away. If I was human, I would have died from liver disease in one day with the amount of alcohol I have.

We talked for a while and then an important question was asked.

"Do you want to do this again at some point?" Ethan asked, seemingly shy.

"What, me get utterly drunk and you take me home? Sure," I joked.

"Then it's settled. Sorry, but I've got to go," Ethan said.

"Wait," I told him, getting up shakily.

I walked up to him and he must have been thinking the same thing because we kissed. I'd never felt like this probably because the most intimate thing I've done with a boy was shake hands.

I them moved my mouth slightly, spat out the fake fangs and extended my real ones. I bit into his neck and drank greedily. I made sure not to take too much. I then gave him some of my blood so that it would heal really quickly. The whole time, Ethan didn't make a noise. I used compulsion to make him forget what I had just done.

I saw Ethan out with a grin on my face. I then headed to the bedroom and stripped into a bra and underwear to go to bed. I had just lain on the bed when somebody stepped out of the shadows of my wardrobe.

I reached for the big knife I kept on the bedside table but I only found my little one. Damn it, they must have checked for weapons. Anyways, I grabbed the small one, accidently slicing my palm. I ignored the flaring pain and hurled the knife at the intruder.

A moment later I heard a grunt and Niklaus stepped out of the shadows, the small knife in his shoulder. He was holding the big knife but not in a threatening way.

Instinctively, I pulled the covers up so that they covered my body. It's not that I'm ashamed of my body or how I look- I just didn't want Klaus to see me half-naked.

"How did you get in?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound as scared as I was. Niklaus was in my BEDROOM.

"I was assisted by a friend of yours. A witch called... Linda? Belinda? No, Melinda. Yes that was it, Melinda," Klaus told me.

"So in other words, you threatened her, probably with the promise of death if she didn't help you?" I countered.

Melinda was I witch I had saved from the streets. She had been an outcast because she had powers that the popular people didn't have and they didn't want anyone to be better than them.

In return for me saving her life and punishing the popular people, Melinda warded my house so that, like human houses vampires had to be invited in. Melinda had obviously made an exception for Klaus, judging by his being here and his new ring, which bore her mark, the lion she put on all her charms.

I had a feeling that tonight was going to be tons of fun (note the sarcasm!).