The Little Lockwood

7

EDITED

Standing on the balcony overlooking a bustling French Quarter street, I sigh deeply.

Am I doing the right thing? Would Brandon approve of the new lifestyle I am about to lead? What would he be doing if I was the one to die and he lived? I think to myself as I watch the crowed street below me flow with tourists and residents.

I hear a creak from the floor board of my bedroom behind me.

Without turning around I sniff the air and address the intruder,

"Elijah, do you need something?"

Elijah comes to stand next to me as I lean on the metal railing.

"Are you sure you want to be the queen of this pack Debria?" Elijah asks me, his brown eyes concerned for me.

I nod, my hair falling over my shoulders in waves,

"Yes, I am very sure. I don't have anything else going for me right now, Elijah. I can't exactly return home."

We stand in a comforting silence now as we both watch the human below us.

A few minutes pass and Elijah speaks up again,

"Sometimes memories are the worst forms of torture, Debria, don't let your memories haunt you forever," He says quietly, and in a whoosh of air he's gone.

Walking to the bathroom connected to my room I strip my clothes off and get into the hot shower, scrubbing my body until it felt raw, and until the water got too hot for me to stand under.

Getting out of the shower I wrap a towel around my body and look in the mirror, my skin flushed from the heat of the shower, my hair almost to my waist in length since I haven't cut it in months. Going back into my room I get dressed for bed, a large T-shirt and some blue underwear.

Once in bed I let my mind wander to my home town, and someone I desperately wish I could rid from my mind body and soul...

** one week later **

"Klaus! Where the hell are you?" My boots make a soft thud on the ground with each step I take as I walk through the large Mikaelson house looking for the annoying hybrid.

Every time I don't want him around he's always bothering me, and as soon as I do need him he suddenly is unavailable.

Making my way to the old fashioned kitchen I find Rebekah sitting at the countertop on a stool. She was eating some grapes and reading a book.

"Do you know where your annoying older brother is?" I ask her from across the counter while popping one of the green grapes into my mouth.

She looks at me over the top of her book, raising her eyebrows,

"Which one? Elijah or Nik?"

"Nik," I say while eating another grape, trying not to chuckle at what she just said.

"I think he's in his art studio," Rebekah says and flips the page of her book, uninterested in helping me any further.

"Thank you," I say over my shoulder as I zoom at inhuman speed to the second floor to Klaus's art studio.

I lean on the side of the entry way to the art studio and watch Klaus as his back is facing me and he is painting a large canvas.

"Debria. What a surprise," He says, his tone bored and he doesn't bother looking back at me.

"The ritual to bind me to the Crescent wolf pack is tonight, are you going to go?" I ask him, moving to stand inside the room a little bit.

"Why would you want me there, you've been avoiding me all week. Hell, you won't even look me in the eye anymore," Klaus says, his voice dripping with annoyance.

A low growl escapes my lips causing him to turn and look at him in surprise.

"Do you want to know why I don't make eye contact with you?" I ask him hesitantly, my eyes shifting over his face before they meet his own eyes tentatively.

Klaus swallows a lump in his throat as he takes in my tone,

"Sure, tell me little wolf." Klaus maintains the eye contact with me and steps forward until he is a mere three feet from me.

Taking a deep breath I blink once and push more hair behind my ear before looking at him full in the face again and speaking my mind and heart to him,

"Niklaus, every time I look at you I feel this unknown danger rise up in my stomach and fill my throat. It makes my cheeks flush and my voice scratchy," I break eye contact with him now and let my fists ball up as I scan the wall behind him and I keep talking,

"It makes my stomach turn, and my heart uncomfortable. Eye contact is dangerous for me. Because I don't know how I feel about you yet. I'm here with you now, after months, and I feel affection and tenderness towards you. I do care for you. And that terrifies me, it terrifies the hell out of me Klaus."

Breathing deeply again I look up at him, to see his eyes glassy with tears and that they hold the same look in them as mine; wonder, and sorrow.

Klaus steps forward towards me, and with one hand cups my right cheek in his left hand,

"Say that you love me Debria, say it once, tell me you do, because I know it's true."

Defeat must have taken over my face, because Klaus cups both of my cheeks in his hands now, frantically almost.

"I love you, I do-" I start but he cuts me off before I can finish.

His blue eyes searching mine, knowing where my heart still lies, "Tell me the rest before the excuses, I need to hear it. I've over heard you at night, you've been talking about him I n your sleep this last week."

"I love Damon more. I deeply care about you, and I love you. But it scares me. Because I seem to lose everyone I love," I tell him as a few tears slide down my cheeks.

Klaus sighs sadly and kisses my forehead gently before pulling back to look down at me,

"I love you Debria."

I smile sadly at him, my lip quivering slightly as I whisper,

"You will be the death of me Niklaus Mikaelson..."

And without a second thought our lips were on each other's, trickles of sparks scattered my body. I craved the touch of another being, and Klaus does loves me. This is going to get emotionally messy, but I don't stop kissing him.

I know I shouldn't be, but how can I stop when his tongue is in my mouth, my fingers grabbing onto the blonde curls on top of his head.

I can't stop touching him and kissing him, and Klaus's lips won't dare leave mine now that they've finally captured my own.