Til Death Do We Part

Chapter Eleven: Daring

"Now that we're mentioning it, I don't think I can recall one day where you and Nik weren't in some kind of fight." Kol recalled from his spot on the sofa. "Whatever," I rolled my eyes. He was clearly exaggerating. "No, I hate to say it, but I think Kol's right. I even remember you calling every single day when you and Nik were away, all you did was complain about him being an ass in some way or another." Rebekah added. "Nonsense. I'm sure they've had more good times than bad otherwise why on Earth would they have lasted this long?" Elija argues.

"Enough," I sigh tirelessly. "I didn't bring you here to remind me of the hardships or to bring up the good times," I rolled my eyes, pouring another drink. "I brought you here so that we can all talk shit about your brother, and I shose you three out of the millions of Klaus's enemies, because you're the only people I like right now." I took a big drink from my glass as the other's stared me down.

"Need I remind you that I can still hear every word you speak of me?" Klaus shouts from somewhere in the house. "Good. I need you to know that you've been a very bad boyfriend and that we're all very disappointed in you," I shout back. "If the rest of you aren't going to drink this then I'll just finish it off myself," I grabbed the bottle from the table. "I don't think you need anymore of this." Klaus swoops in from nowhere and takes the bottle from me.

"See!" I gesture to my beloved. "This is why we never get along! He doesn't want to have any fun with me!" I pout. "I for one think we have plenty of fun when not under the influence," Klaus insists. "Bullshit," I let out a heavy sigh. "You're a prude," I laugh. "Is that a challenge?" He smirks. "If that's what it takes," I shrug. "This I've got to see," Kol laughs loudly. "Why do I have a feeling that this will only end in blood shed?" Elija doesn't seem amused in the slightest and it prompts me.

"Well, it doesn't have to. I think we all should participate. Even you, Elijah," I insist, earning a curious look from everyone. "Make sure we don't kill anyone. There doesn't have to be any intentional blood shed at all." I explain.

"Well then I'm out," Kol falls back into his seat. I roll my eyes at him. "We can all just go out together and be the most immature creatures on this planet." I try to persuade them.
"I think it's a lovely idea," Rebekah spoke up. Her brothers looked at her as if she'd grown another head but I couldn't have been more delighted. "What?" She somewhat snaps at them. "all we ever do is pursue some kind of life altering drama. We've all seemed to have forgotten what it's like to be young and wreckless," she continues.

"We're centuries old," Elijah points out. "Doesn't mean you have to be boring," I counter. "Rylee makes a good point," Klaus smirks. "I think we all need to do something a little rash,"

"Great," I steal the bottle back from him. "So then let's go,"