Many people know the story the behind the Mikaelson. That Klaus is a hybrid and his siblings are 1000 years old. What they don't know that there is another original. She was considered to be family because she was married to the bastard hybrid himse...
I look at the time on the clock and it reads 5:30 am. After our time spent together in the living room, we went to his room.
I didn't want his siblings to see us. More importantly I didn't want Elijah to see us because he will think that his plan work. I don't even know what to think anymore. Does this mean that Nik and I will make up?
I truly don't know anymore. He will probably think that we are together again. How can we be together when we have so much issues that we have to work on. Just because we have history together, it doesn't mean that we are perfect for each other.
His he is so damaged that I don't think that he can be saved. I-I don't know what to do or think anymore. All I know is that I can't stay here anymore. I have to leave before things get more twisted.
I lift Nik arms off my body and start to get changed. I look for my bra and underwear's. I turn to see my shirt shredded in the corner of the room. Oh man! That was my favourite shirt too. I see Nik shirt and put it on. I turn around to make sure he doesn't wake up.
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I see him and he looks so peaceful. He looks like the man I married once upon a time ago. Sadly that man is gone. I look at him once again and begin to put on my pants.
" Well this is quite a suprise" Nik says to me. I freeze for a second and turn to him. I give him a embrassed smile. " Well I just thought I should leave so your brother doesn't see us" I told him. I told him in a way that would try to make it seem like I didn't want to hurt him.
I expression of hurt appears on his face. "Now why love would that be such a bad thing? Is it because your ashamed of what happen?" Nik asked me.
I am shocked he would think that. "Of course not! I am just embarrassed that things got out of hand. One night of sex will not erase that hurt and pain. What we did was goodbye sex and nothing else" I told him with confidence. I tried to believe it but he saw that it wasn't true.
He walked towards me in his birthday suit and trapped me against the wall. He looked at me with the damn smirk. I tried to look anywhere but him. He didn't like it so he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
His face was so close to mine that our lips are almost touching. I was breathing heavily. I was trying so hard to not show the affects he gives me.
He knows what he does to me. " Look at me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want this" he tells me. I look up at him to tell him but I can't.
I want this more than anything. I want to kiss him and I want him to hold me at night.So I just jump on him and kiss him. He doesn't seem surprise.
He just holds me up and kisses me with the same amount of effort. We fight for domence with our tongues and he of course win.
He rips my shirt again, but also ripping of my bra and panties. So once again we spend the rest of our time making love after a thousand years. Maybe one night can actually erase our troubled past.
