Shattering Hopes and Eternity (Klaus Fanfic)

Hope 20 : Haunting Hallucinations

GISELLE'S POV:

"Matthew Donovan? No no no! No way! The Sheriff is so not Rebekah's type!"

"Yes, he is. Who wouldn't want a cop? Plus he's cute!"

"If that's really your definition of cute, then I'm starting to doubt your taste in men, little Strega?" I crossed my arms defensively at the older Mikaelson brother's criticism about my taste but he laughed at me instead.

"Okay now, back to Matthew Donovan. Did my sister mention this herself?" He demanded with a stern face. Proving how everything Rebekah said about him was right. Older brothers are indeed a pain in their sister's love life.

"Not exactly but she didn't deny my statements either. Come on, Elijah. It's called, the bright side of having sisters. You get to buzz about boys... Abigail and I used to do that, all the time."

"Well... Rebekah could have had those funs too." He said while staring out of the window and I noticed how his face dulled a little at his own statement. "Only if Freya was still alive..."

Freya. The eldest Mikaelson sister, who died in a plague, back in Norway. Each one of the remaining Mikaelson siblings had mentioned her before. Especially Finn. Unlike the rest of them, he was the only one with wonderful memories of her due to which, he could never accept her death. He even told me once, that he would never stop believing that she's alive, somewhere. As for Rebekah though, she had always missed Freya and she'd even described all the funs she wished to have had with Freya.

"Hey, Elijah... Are you alright?" I reached for his hands. To which he simply nodded before glancing back at me.

"Yes... I am, Giselle... It's just that...  sometimes I wish-"

"Are you by any chance flirting with my angel, brother?"

Another nosy Mikaelson interrupted before Elijah could complete his sentence. Nik strolled inside the kitchen with a bottle of bourbon with a ridiculous question while Elijah only smiled at his brother's silliness. Although I was practically glaring at his stupid doubts, he feigned oblivion to my response. Without a word, he reached for the cabinets and grabbed a glass for himself but stopped halfway to glance at me for a moment.

"Would you mind a drink, love?" He winked, flashing one of his sweetest smile at me.

"Not in the mood for a drink! And definitely not with you, Niklaus!"

I snapped rudely before marching past him. However, as always, he overtook my pathetic human speed in a blink and appeared right before me. Without sparing me a second to react, he slipped an arm around my waist and tugged me closer to his body. And the next second, he was kissing me wildly.

So desperately and demandingly, as though my lips were his drugs. Without which he was dying. Although he tasted like alcohol, his lips were still as alluring as always. All the anger I had over him vanished into nothing as the addictive pleasure began consuming my sanity. Unable to resist the urge to respond, I clutched onto his shirt and kissed him back intensely.

After what felt like an eternity, Elijah finally chuckled acknowledging his presence amidst our intimate moment. But Niklaus did not seem to be stopping anytime soon. I could sense his craving for more. And so did I. But then, one of us has to be strong enough to resist the temptation to avoid unwanted conflicts. Slowly, I began to pull away and he didn't fight back. But instead, he broke the kiss with a last peck and murmured against my lips.

"Don't talk to me in that.. rude tone of yours, love. It is all the more provocative.." His thumb wiped a drop of bourbon from my bottom lip while he flashed his crooked smile seductively. I felt myself fail at stopping the blush his comments were causing.