Loving a Mikaelson

Chapter 21: Complications

A.N) I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!! *Hides* There was school and sleep and food and swimming and Halloween and TVD and The Originals and Instagram and I WAS BUSY OKAY?! I'm back nowwww! :D Seriously guys though, read Life in the French Quarter like pronto !!! KaciDanielle is just an amazing author. I'm not saying I'm suddenly a Klayley shipper, HAHA NO. KLAROLINE FOREVER!!! But they do have their moments, and those moments give me incredible feels. This book is just like loaded down with em'. I'm a die hard Halijah shipper, though! So if someone sees a fanfic on that TELL MEEE! Cuz I can't find any :(

ON WITH THE STORY !!!

Lacey's POV

Chapter 21: Complications

When night falls, I lay in my bed thinking about Elijah. His dashing smile, his meaningful brown eyes, and his amazing morals. Most vampires have destructive, cruel sides to them. I mean, even Stefan's ripper side is scary. And Damon is terrifying he's mad. But Elijah? Elijah doesn't get mad. He doesn't get even. If he gets angry he rips the douche's heart out, then wipes his hands off on a hankerchief. If I could love Elijah everything would've been perfect, easy. He's the kind of person to treat a girl like a princess. He'd never leave her and always stand by her. He'd love her unconditionally.

I know whose heart I belonged to. Not Elijah. Klaus. Charming, handsome. He's the one I want to be spoiled by, the one I'm haunted by when he's gone, the one I want to stand by for the rest of my life. He's the one I want to love unconditionally, for the rest of eternity.

I know I should be trying to forget him. Because with sunshine comes rain. Klaus has no morals. He can be crazy, manipulative, he just acts on impulse without thinking. He's psychotic, he doesn't care enough about human life. But he's also mysterious, gorgeous. I just don't know which side is the mask, and which side is real.

He makes me smile, laugh, and cry. I know I should be moving on. That's what I told Klaus I would do. That's what I tell everyone else I'm doing. That's what I tell myself. I don't even know if Klaus and I were even ever really 'together.'

I still remember all the memories I had of us together. The first time I saw him I didn't trust him. Maybe I should've gone with my first instinct. Maybe I shoud've ran away as soon as I'd had the chance. I just didn't listen to myself. I fell anyway. I fell in love with Niklaus Mikaelson. It will always be Klaus. Sometimes I hate myself for that.

Should I blame fate? God? Is there even a God or is it just something grown-ups made up so they'd have someone to talk to? Mom used to make me go to church. I didn't used to mind it. We never went again when she died. As if my father would ever do anything like that. I stopped believing in God a long time ago.

All those times I'd prayed, hoped, begged, pleaded that my father wouldn't come in my room. He always did. Night after night he was there, no matter how drunk he was. I just stopped having a reson to believe, a reason to care.

I remember the night Klaus saved me from Katherine. How she tortured me. My screams probably woke the whole town that night. I remember Klaus's careful arms. The way he held me. Like he'd never let go. That's the Klaus I miss. He promised to protect me. He told me from day one that he would never let anything hurt me ever again. Funny, since the only thing that has hurt me since then has been him. I remember the night he left. How I'd begged him to stay and he just walked away from me. Like I was nothing to him. 

It was like everything we'd had was forgotten. Destroyed. The night when I was about to die - before he turned me, I saw something utterly human in Klaus. Something I'd never seen before. I saw the real Klaus underneath all his layers and walls he puts up.

Pain, fear, hurt. That's what's was underneath his facade. Love, compassion, happiness. That's what shines through when his barricades and shields are put away. When I'm with him, Whenever he smiles. Different beds, different cities. That's all we are now. Is he thinking about me? Does he know I'm thinking about him? Does he know I love him? After everything I've said, everything I did, I still love him. I can't let go. There's not a day that goes by that his name doesn't flash through my mind. I always think of him. Every morning before I wake up, every night before I fall asleep.

I bet he's still awake right now. I hope sometimes he still wonders about me. I wish I could tell him how much it takes inside for me to not grab the phone and call him. I wish he knew how much I long to hear his voice again. I wish he knew how much I need to hear him say my name, to whisper it in my ear, soft and slow, the way that sends shivers through every part of me. I want to run to him. I want Klaus to hold me in his arms and never let me go. I want him to tell me everything will be alright, that he'll keep me safe and never ever leave. I hope he knows every time I don't call, everytime I don't run in his arms, I want to. I want to with everything inside me.

I'm sure Klaus thinks I hate him. There's probably some tiny part of me that blames him for everything. I know in my heart that he couldn't of stopped Mikael from killing me. But would I really rather die than become what I am now?

I bet it never occurrs to him that I can't give in to his charms, becasue I can't let myself get hurt anymore. I'm not even sure I could take it. Are we better off like this? Apart? All I know is that loving Klaus killed me, and yet made me feel more alive than I ever have in my life.

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I wake up the next morning, and I just feel alone. My mind is groggy and exhausted. I roll over, hoping to fall back to sleep. Just as I'm seconds away from drifting off, my phone rings. I groan and pick it up, without even caring that I didn't check the caller ID. "Hello?" I mumble sleepily. "Good morning, love. Did I wake you?" I shoot staright up in bed, now as awake as a chipmunk on a sugar high.

"Klaus?" I whisper. He still left my stomach feeling like an angry swarm of butterflies is still inside. How does he still have this affect on me?

"Do you miss me already?" A smile appears on my face. "Maybe I don't miss your ego." He chuckles. "I miss you, Lacey."

"The most beautiful city in the world is missing something. It's missing you." I blush at his charm. "I miss you." I whisper. As much as I hate to admit, I want him back. I shouldn't, but I do. "I'll be coming home soon. It's your choice if you want me to stay or leave, or you can leave with me."

 "Come to me."

Song is I almost do!!!!

Loves,

Mollie xx