But I Still Choose You (A Klaus Love Story) [ Discontinued ]

Chapter Four: One thousand years in the grave and she's still toying with you

Hey guys,

I would like to say thank you for all your lovely comments, it really brightens up my day when I read just a comment, maybe that's sad, but you know what? I don't give a damn.

Oh yeah, I have an idea which I want to run past you.

Yesterday, I decided to re-read the first Hunger Games book and got an inspired.

So basically I want to start writing a Hunger Games fan-fic.

Don't panic, I will be continuing with this story as well, but the idea that I think you guys (if you're hunger games fans, or even not) may like it.

I've already started writing the first chapter, but I'll only take it seriously if you guys want me to.

So please, let me know by commenting below *downwards arrow*

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Many thanks

Tasha xox

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Chapter Four

One thousand years in the grave and she's still toying with you

- Third Person -

     “Rise and shine sleeping beauty,” Lindsey’s eyes fluttered open.

     Through her blurred vision she registered that she was in a room full of sunlight and Katrina was leaning lazily against the full lengthed mirror…her full lengthed mirror. She was in her bedroom. Lindsey pushed herself upwards so that she was sitting upright with her head resting lightly against the wooden bedstead of her double bed.

     “Wh-” Lindsey began, her head swimming with questions.

     “The date is Sunday the twenty second, it’s approximately ten forty eight a.m. and it is a wonderful sunny day in downtown San Francisco,” Katrina mimicked a morning radio presenter in a low voice before hers and Lindsey’s eyes connected. “Mornin’ sweetness,” Katrina nodded, Lindsey noticed immediately that Katrina was dressed in a red silk dressing gown.

     “My head hurts,” Lindsey winced, rubbing her head in attempt to soothe the pain, it felt as if it had been smashed by a baseball bat.

     “I bet it does, you naughty little minx you,” the corners of Katrina’s mouth turned upwards into a smirk.  

     “Naughty little mi-” Lindsey began to repeat Katrina’s words in confusion before cutting herself off. “What the hell are you talking about Trina?”

     “Well, when me and Sylv got back we found Mister British on our doorstep with an incredibly drunk you in his arms,” Katrina explained.

     “Klaus….Rebekah’s brother?” Lindsey asked unsure, but to Katrina it sounded more like a statement.

     “Yes, Klaus,” she confirmed. “Rebekah’s very English, very dreamy, very charming, very good-looking, brother,” she sighed. “You remember?”

     “We had a few drinks, he offered to take me home, I urm, must have fallen asleep in his car,” Lindsey repeated Klaus’ earlier words.

     “Must have, I changed you by the way,” Katrina stated, as Lindsey threw of her covers to see herself dressed in her p.j’s.

     “Oh,” she stated. “Thanks,” she smiled jumping out of bed whilst running a hand through her fiery hair, taming it.

     “I’m going to get breakfast,” Lindsey announced, speeding up the stairs before Katrina could get a word out.