Couldn't Think of a Title (f.t. Niklaus Mikealson)

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- sorry, this is really bad

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- sorry, this is really bad.

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"I am gonna go home now, I told myself that I was going to clean my apartment today. So, I'll be back tomorrow." I say as I grab my bag and slip on my shoes. Klaus continues to the paint on the canvas. Niklaus just wants to be so hard-headed and says,"mhm"

I kiss his cheek and say, "I know what you're thinking and it's still a no." Klaus wants me to move into the Abattoir with him because he knows I am not even thinking about staying with him in the plantation house he owns. I want to but at the same time if I do what happens if our relationship turns into shit and I'll have to move again. Not kidding but Niklaus can get really angry and it truly scares the flying shit out of me. 

When he does, those are the times I love being a supernatural. I don't really know what I am but I have the ability to manipulate the diamond structure. My eyes snap open when my ears pick up the sound of footsteps in my house.  I can feel all my senses go overload because of the unfamiliar scent in my house. I pull my sheets off and quietly get out of bed. 

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Feeling tightness around my arms and I try to get my hands out of it. I open my eyes to see a strange room that I am in. Can't believe got kidnapped by the witches! Now, Niklaus is going to force me to move in with him because of this. These witches always piss me the fuck off, all this fucking drama they like to create which happens all the time. The young but powerful witch Davina is what walks in the room. Jesus, I hate this stupid evil witch.

"You better have a good reason for this, Davina. If not, I am going to bitch slap you, stupid bitch" I hiss as I glare at this annoying hoe who can't leave Nik and me alone for a minute because the other witches betrayed her.

Davina says, "No need for the insults, Y/N. I just need some help from you."

"And you couldn't just ask? Did your mother ever teach some manners?" I sneer at the pubescent witch. "I am sick of this game, Davina." Enough with this chat, I form a diamond watch on my wrist which is very sharp and cut the ropes. She looks so shocked. I slowly walk towards her as she tries to act tough but I know she is scared out of her wits. I raise my hand, prepared to give a slap of a lifetime. 

The door slams open and Marcel with a group of his friends come in. He gives me the look that if I dare I am going to regret it but do I really give a fuck? I slap Davina so hard that she falls to the ground.

 He gives me the look that if I dare I am going to regret it but do I really give a fuck? I slap Davina so hard that she falls to the ground

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(If you haven't noticed, I actually hate Davina because she is so annoying. This scene is just to throw hands with Davina.)

I turn around and smile at Marcel. Next thing, I knew I am tumbling straight to the ground.

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"I swear Marcel if you dare to touch a single strand of hair on her I will tear you from limb to limb." Nik threatens as he storms into the warehouse. He looks at my figure which is tied to a chair which is bound by ropes that have electricity running through them. The electricity is stopping me from making any diamonds.

Marcel says "All you have to do is give me what I want, Niklaus." Nik hands his hand for a handshake but instead grips his arm and the sickening crack of Marcel's bones. Marcel falls to the ground unable to move because of his broken neck.

"Don't you ever try to threaten me again, Marcel. Especially with her." Klaus says his voice going three or two octaves deep. Ohh, sexy Klaus is here to play!! While Marcel is lying still on the ground, Klaus rips the ropes off of me. He pulls me out of the chair. "This i-

I interrupt Niklaus from talking, "Klaus, I will move in with you"


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