Coming Soon (Sequel to Loving a Mikaelson)

Chapter 15: The Morning Aftermath

Lacey's POV

Chapter 15: The Morning Aftermath

"BANG!"

I scream, and land with a thud on the cold hardwood floor. It's dark and raining. "Thunder?! Seriously?!" I complained to no one in particular. I hear a chuckle. I look up to see Klaus smirking at me from the bed. "Did you fall off?"

"Yes...." . He laugh and I felt myself smiling just a little bit. I stand up to get back in bed, allowing Klaus to wrap his arms around me.

I jumped at another boom of thunder, a flash of lightning following. It isn't ordinary thunder, okay? It's SUPER LOUD. "The house is practically shaking." I mumble to Klaus. He chuckles. "So are you." Another crash of thunder jolts me awake just as I was beginning to slip back under. "Apparently sleep isn't an option." I groan. Klaus smiles, bringing me closer to him and gently kissing my cheek.

"Goodnight, Lacey." He whispers. His velvety voice make my eyelids droop, and soon I give in to the serene thought of falling to sleep.

+ + + + +

When I woke once more, I grew content listening to the rythmic dripping of rain against the pavement. "How are you?" Klaus asks, startling me a bit. I didn't know he was even awake. 

"I'll live."

I go to the bathroom to take another shower, enjoying the feeling of the warm water aginst my skin. I wash away last night. I wash away my sorrow, my pain. I want to be better. But it never lasts.

After my shower, dress in the clothes I picked out earlier: sweatpants and a t-shirt. I groan at the sight of my shirt. That is never going to fit now.

I'm going to have to make someone buy me new clothes. Soon. But for now I have to suck in my  pride, walk out of the bathroom in only a bra, and... Ask Klaus to borrow a damned shirt. 

"Klaus..." I begin. He's staring out the window. "Can I borrow a shirt?" I chuckle at my own misfortune. He turns around to look at me, and then notices I'm lacking a top. Oops.

He grins, standing up and walking towards me. I feel bare, and begin to wrap my arms around my almost-exposed chest. He grabs them in his own, stopping me. "Lacey Marie,"

"I will never, ever give you a shirt in you walk in, looking the way that you do right now." He wraps his arms around me, and we're close, his lips an inch from mine. I stare into his eyes.

"Klaus,"

"I'm a mess."

"What a beautiful mess, sweetheart." And he kisses me, soft and gentle, like I might fall and shatter if he isn't careful. And maybe I will.

"What will your brothers say," I whisper in between breaths. "If I walk into the living room without a shirt?"

"What will Kol say?" 

Klaus chuckles. "Kol will wish he's lucky enough to have a girl like you. Kol is irrelevent. But, on the other hand, maybe clothing is wise. At least while we're... Out." He grins, winking, and pulls his shirt off, slipping it against my body. 

"You do look ravishing my clothes, sweetheart." He whispers, My cheeks glow pink. 

I pull a strand of hair behind my ear, he squeezes me into a hug, which I return. I need a hug. "You don't have to tell me, about last night, if you don't want to." Klaus assured me. "It's okay. I want to tell you.

I proceed to tell him about Skylar, Marcel's threats, and the death of my little brother. I don't manage to keep from crying the whole time, but Klaus comforts me and seems to completely understand everything I'm going through.

I love him. I don't know if it's possible to love him any more than I already do.

"It isn't your fault." Klaus assure me. I sigh, too tired to argue with him. "Marcel did this to your brother. He will pay." I solemnly nod. "It's my fault you're involved in this, anyhow."

"What? How?"

"if I hadn't met you - "

"Neither one of us would be better off. I love you." I argue. Klaus smiles at me. I continue. "What about Stefan and Damon? I'd been living with vampires, so it's not like you're the first supernatural thing to 'corrupt me.' "

"And if it wasn't for Stefan and Damon..." I trailed off, shivering slightly at the thought. "Without Stefan and Damon, Klaus, I'd be dead. I don't regret meeting you. I knew what I was dealing with. I love you for who you are. You know that."

"I love you, Lacey."

QOTC: Do you guys think Sophie Deveraux is really dead? (COMMENT!)

AOTC: Something makes me believe Julie Plec isn't done with her yet :p

Loves,

Molliexx