How To Wander || Niklaus (Klaus) Mikaelson [ON HOLD]

xvi.

xvi. resurrected.

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A M B R O S I A  N E D D L E S T O N E ' S  P . O . V

"Who the fuck am I? I'm your goddamn mate, Rose!" He growls, glaring up at me with golden eyes that glow like the moon. I am paralyzed for a moment, in a trance of sorts. I feel the emotional, mental, even physical bond pulling me toward him.

I flinch, snapping myself out of it. His mate? Yeah right. I'm an abomination. Abominations don't get mates. Especially ones as damned as I am. I cross my arms over my chest, half out of sassiness and half out of the fact that it is colder than an ice cream parlor out here.

He finally stands, and I get a moment to actually take into account how attractive he is. He towers over me, more than a few heads taller than I, and he radiates so much power and intimidation that it almost makes me weak at my knees.

I gulp. No, no no no. I will not let a man deceive me. I will not let a man control me. Not again. I refuse to let myself get into another mess like that one. I harden my glare at him, and his eyes falter for a moment, he seems shocked, and hurt.

"Donatella... take her somewhere warm." He speaks, softly. And even though his voice is vulnerable and weak, his tone is also husky and full of rasp, sexy even.

"Nikla-"

"No, Donatella, please just get her somewhere warm. Feed her. Bathe her. Make sure she is okay." He says more harsh this time, all the while staring into my eyes with what seems to be desperation and hope.

Your first mistake was to have hope in me.

"Niklaus. You can not leave her."

My heart pounds. Niklaus.

"I have to! She hates me!" He turns to look Donatella straight in the eye, turning his back to me.

My throat seems to close. Niklaus.

"No, she doesn't! She just doesn't remember you! Her memories will come in time!"

I cough, trying to get air. Niklaus.

"How do you know? She might not even be mated to me anymore! We have no idea how this works! We never have! She is entirely different and unknown! This is all based on questions and hope! This is just foolish!"

I fall to my knees. Niklaus.

"Rose! Angel!"

Niklaus.

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N I K L A U S  M I K A E L S O N ' S  P . O . V

Catching her, I frown, staring at her limp body. She seems to lean into my touch as I press my hand to her cheek, so I pull her into me entirely. She lets out a soft content sigh, her eyes still shut and her heartbeat still steady. I lift my other hand to brush back a stray curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear for good measure.

"Niklaus." I hear Demdike's soft, nurturing tone. I raise my head to look at her, letting go of all of my anger and worries and confusion. None of that is relevant now. She smiles. "Do you want to bring her in for testing?"

I nod, just barely. All of this seems like a dream, like a mirage or a hallucination. Even if it is, I pray it doesn't end.

"Now?" She questions.

I nod again.

We both stand to our feet and begin to walk toward the healing quarters, to their healers and elders. Once we enter, the fairly noisy room goes quiet, all eyes on us and the girl in my arms. Her birthday is in four days, and I can only hope that she remembers me by then.