A Battle For My Heart (Klaus Mikaelson Love Story)

Chapter 6: Life or Death

I woke up again, this time feeling better since I had a few extra hours of sleep in me. I got up and put some clothes on. I was wearing a white sundress with brown boots. I left my hair in the messy braid and went down to the quarter. Walking down the steps I heard something move in the background, but refused to turn around. It's New Orleans and vampires are crawling everywhere, so I assumed it was someone from The Quarter. I heard it again and this time I could make out footsteps. I turned around to see nothing but the stone wall. I turned back to walk around The Quarter and bumped into someone. "Niklaus." I gasped out of fright when I looked up at him. He scared me because I wasn't expecting him here so early. "Just Klaus, please." He said, his eyebrows raised. "Good morning." His sweet voice said. Wait, sweet?

I shot him a disapproving glare. "What's the matter, love?" He asked, letting that word 'love' roll off his tongue again. "That's none of your business and I'm sick so go away." I started walking away, but he just followed along. "Well from what I heard someone didn't have such a good night." He said. I stopped walking because I was so furious for him bringing things up that he didn't understand and slapped him across the face. My dream was personal and for him to talk about it upset me. I realized that I slapped him and I expecting him to kill me, but when I looked at his face he was just staring at me.

"I guess I deserved that one." Klaus rubbed his cheek lightly. I continued walking around looking for Marcel, and Klaus was right on my tail with every step. "What do you want?" I asked almost yelling. I wanted some privacy for once. "Can I not have a civil conversation with you at all?" He growled. "I don't wanna talk to you, after everything you've done, you expect me to talk to you?" I yelled and suddenly the tears started to pour.

"I am very sorry about your father, and I don't usually throw apologies around, if it was someone else I wouldn't care, you on the other hand, I'm truly sorry. But it wasn't my fault, my mother used him against me and he couldn't be fixed." Klaus muttered. I stared at him, not saying a word because I knew he was actually sorry. Maybe he wasn't so cold hearted. But that didn't mean I stopped hating him. I still very much hate him and I will continue to let him know until the day I die.

"Klaus, just because you apologized doesn't mean all is forgiven. What about the countless things you've done? My dad's girlfriend died because of you. You killed his girlfriend. You're worthless." I growled staring at him. Klaus grabbed my throat ad pinned me to the wall. My airway was cut off and I couldn't breathe. "You know what the funny thing is? I can kill you and you'll never come back. But yet you still try to argue with me and insult me." He laughed loving the game he was playing. "Do it, kill me?" I choked out. "Aww now don't say that, because I actually might." He laughed. "Do it, I have nothing to live for, no family, no one wants me." I gasped for breath and could feel myself getting light headed. "No, because if I did kill you, I'd be doing you a favor." He growled out and I couldn't take it anymore. "Kill me!" I yelled.

I felt my body being picked up off the floor and smashed into something, the wall, maybe a table possibly. I could feel the blood rushing out of my head from and open wound. I sat up the best I could and looked around to see vampires holding Klaus down on the ground. Marcel rushed over to me quickly. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked and brushed my hair out of my face.

I tried to stand up but my whole body was too sore from the throw. I started coughing and felt blood in my throat. I spit it out on the side. I felt sick, like nauseous sick. I puked, but it wasn't vomit, it was blood. Part of the quarter floor was now covered in my blood. I felt a little bit scared because I was around a bunch of vampires and I was bleeding.

"Marcel!" I coughed while throwing up more blood. "Someone get a doctor!" Marcel yelled looking around. "Diego, come help her!" Marcel demanded. "Leighanne, it's okay." Diego said rubbing my back. Once I stopped puking blood, they set me against the wall to relax. I watched as Marcel got up and walked over to Klaus. "Do you see what you did?" Marcel yelled in Klaus's face. "Marcel." Klaus started to protest. "No, you listen to me. She is sick and throwing up blood which means she has internal bleeding. So, this is another one of your messes that I have to clean up." Marcel yelled.