Skeletons In The Closet

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I stand there, staring at the coffin in which Finn's body lays. Why do I feel guilty? He is the one who tried to kill me, I just gave him a taste of his own medicine. He really isn't dead, just fast asleep, in a coffin, to save my ass. I was so focused on the coffin that I almost didn't notice that Klaus was standing behind me. "It's okay now, love. He can't hurt you while he's asleep." He mumbles into my neck. "I know, but I still feel really bad, I mean, he wouldn't really do it would he?" "Yes, he would've. I know him, he's to stubborn to back down without a fight, a brutal fight. He would've continued to ambush you and your family until he got what he wanted, you dead, or in his bed." I giggle at that. "I would never get in his bed, like, ever." I say.

Klaus pulls me closer as we reach the door to his bedroom, picking me up and hold my hips as support. He leans in for a kiss, but before he could kiss me I'm taken away from his arms by a hooded figure.

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