Allure of Darkness ↠ Klaus Mikaelson [3]

CHAPTER THREE

"You were born a leader. No throne or crown is needed."

"You hit like a girl."

"That's because I am a girl." I grunted, being thrown to the forest ground. I rolled over onto my side, glaring up at Damon who leaned up against the tree, a smug look on his face. He got out his phone and started texting who I presumed was Elena. Quickly, noticing his mistake, I grabbed the stake that was beside me, and launched it at him. He didn't have enough time to catch the stake before it embedded itself into his stomach. He grunted, dropping his phone in shock.

I laughed and jumped up to my feet in excitement. "Yes!" I twirled around, my hands in the air as I did a victory dance. "Whoohoo!" And just like that, I was picked up and thrown into a Matt that Damon had laid out just in case I fell.

I huffed, staring up at him with a heated glare. "What? You angry? Huh? Are you angry you little blood sucker?" I taunted but then frowned, thinking of a scenario. "Do you get, like, blood thirsty when us girls are on our periods? Like, you must smell the blood. Wait... does period blood even smell like regular blood since it comes out of our pu--"

"Ew!" He scrunched up his face in disgust, cutting me off. "No, no, no, no. Did I mention, no?" I laughed at his face and swiped my leg under his, making him fall onto the map. I quickly crawled to him and straddled him, a stake in my hand. He looked up at me, surprised. "You are such a sneaky--" he grunted as I stabbed him in his shoulder, shutting him up. "Ow!"

"You talk too much." I complained, smirking down at his hurt figure.

"I only said like one sentence!" He shouted which made me stab him in his stomach. "What the fuck!?" I stabbed him again, grinning widely. "Okay!" I smiked, pulling away the stake. When he sighed in relief, I stabbed him again, this time, right under his heart. "Stop you little brat!"

I rose the stake threateningly, tilting my head to the side. "Apologise." I demanded. "Now."

"What? Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "You're the one that stabbed me. Five times, by the way!" I laughed at his angry face.

"You stole the last cookie!" I shouted, stabbing him in the leg this time. He squirmed which made the stake get dragged a little down his leg. "You're only making it worse." I clicked my tongue.

"I didn't eat the last cookie. I don't even know what cookie you are talking about." He defended himself, putting on a fake innocent look. I pursed my lips before stabbing him in the hand, pinning his hand to the matt. "Ow, ow, ow! God, you play dirty, little wolf."

"Hey! That's the nickname I gave her." I swirled around, panting as I saw Klaus standing there, a frown on his plump lips. I scurried up from my sitting position on Damon. "What are you two doing out here?" I glanced down at his hands to see him clenching his fists.