The Enigma: A Klaus Mikaelson Love Story {1}

Chapter 18: The Pain Inflicted On Us All

He started to kiss me and pulled my top off over my shoulders. I ripped his shirt in two and started kissing his neck passionately over and over again, running my hand through his hair. He pushed me back down on the bed and pinned my arms down before planting kisses all over my bare chest.

Best sex I've ever had.

"I can't believe it's been over a 100 years since we've done that" Klaus said as I rested my head on his chest, drawing circles on his chest with my fingers.

"Maybe it's because we consistently make messes" I said looking at the broken bedframe, the tattered bed coverings and the ruins of our clothes. I sighed happily as I climbed out of the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"The shower" I said making my way over until he came up behind me, wrapping himself around my body.

"Great. Let's" He said kissing my neck again.

"Nice try, but I'm going to wash off the smell of sin, I don't need you there to make it a permanent scent." I said pushing him off me. I brushed his hand away from my neck and noticed a bite mark. "Did you bite me?" I asked him in shock.

"It's just a little nip, no wolf venom involved. A way to let people know you're mine" He said with a cheeky grin. "Don't let it heal" He whispered. "Or there'll be dire consequences".

I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom to have a quick shower. After I had finished I went to see if any of my clothes were salvageable, but Nik and I had made a rather big mess of things. I went into his wardrobe and picked out a white suit shirt of his. I put on the shirt and continued to peruse through his wardrobe and found something I hadn't seen in a long time. His suit from our white wedding.

Klaus and I had many weddings in our lifetime but my favourite by far was our white wedding. It was the start of the 8th century and the Mikaelsons and I were in England, still on the run for Klaus. I saw in a bridal shop an exquisite dress in the front window. It was everything I had ever wanted in a dress, with one fatal flaw. It was a deep crimson. Nowadays, red wedding dresses were all the rage, but they didn't appeal to me.

"Niklaus" I said still looking at the dress. "Do you feel like having another wedding? And just in case you thought I was asking, I wasn't."

"I thought you don't like red dresses" He chuckled.

"I don't" I smiled as I walked inside the quaint little dress makers.

"Hello madam, how can I help you?" The lady asked politely.

"I want that dress in the window but in white" I said grinning at her.

"A white dress?" She asked in shock."Yes, call it a white wedding" I grinned.

The day of the wedding finally came, my beautiful white dress, a corset cinched at the waist and flowing out with a full ball gown finish. The dress dragged past my ankle, flowing effortlessly but I couldn't even focus on myself as I looked at Niklaus, who looked as happy to see me as he did on our first wedding day.

Soon day turned to night and the night turned to early morning and Niklaus and I were all alone dancing still. "One of these days, you'll grow tired of your innumerable number of weddings." Nik said spinning me around.

"Never" I said smiling back at him.

"Why have so many? Greed?" He asked.

"Of course not Niklaus, I like weddings because it reminds us that no matter what happens to us, Mikael, your siblings, even each other, we always overcome. Weddings show us that in spite of everything we will always be in love, we will always be in it together, we will always strive for our fairy-tale ending."