Crazy

Chapter 11: Who do I need to murder

Lizbeth's POV

I woke with a gasp, sitting upright while I tried to catch my breath. I was sweating, and I tolled out of bed only to feel the cool air on my skin. "Liz?" Asked a sleepy voice. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." I gasped out, my hand over my heart. It didn't beat, but I had a feeling if it still did then it would be going fast. "You don't sound fine..." He rolled over, sitting up- one of his hands came up to stroke my hair. "Or look fine. What's up?" I shook my head. He persisted. "Who do I need to murder?" That brought a laugh from me- albeit a breathy, quick one. "Nightmare." He nodded in understanding. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."  

"Okay. Lie back down, love." I sighed, letting my head fall back against the pillow. Nikoli lay back too, his arms going around me and pulling me flush against his chest. I perched my chin on his shoulder. I took a deep breath. "You know that we're both the black sheeps. Never really fit in, never really, truly, loved." He nodded, his hand moving his a soothing motion up and down my back. "My father wasn't good- he wasn't a good father, and he wasn't a good man. Before we were all vampires, me and Stefan had a relationship- me and Damon didn't, but I don't think we ever will. Back then-you weren't around- times were different, and mothers and wives and daughters were meant to do the housework and the cleaning while the brothers went to school and learnt things like maths and English. How to read and write. For a long while I was illiterate. I was told of for the littlest of things- once even for not putting the table cloth out perfectly straight. When I was nine. When I got told off, I was locked in the family cellar. Small. Unclean. Uncomfortable. No food, no light for days upon days. On end. And when I got out, I was beaten- or father tested out his newest vampire tools on me- but his favourite was my hands." Nikoli sucked in a sharp breath. "Burns, tools sharper than anyone could imagine, bone crushing devices that-" I sighed. "I'll spare you the details. But I'm sure you get it. It's very now and then that I get the dream that I'm back in that cellar or in father's experimentation room. Sometimes I have to turn on all the lights and open the curtains just to prove to myself that I'm not."

"So- so all the scars on you hands are from your father?"

"No. A few are from when I got captured working as a spy in World War One."

"How many?" I shrugged. "One or two?" Nikoli let out a long breath. "Your father should be glad he's dead. If he wasn't, then I'd invent new ways to torture man." I chuckled. "I'd like to see that."

"You could watch."

"I would rather join in." Nikoli laughed and hugged my closer to him, pressing his lips to my right temple. "That's my girl. Tough as nails."

"Your girl? Since when?" He pulled back, raising an eyebrow. "Since we declared our love for each other?" I had a feeling it was meant to come out a statement but rather came out more like a question. "I don't remember agreeing to be 'your girl'." He leaned closer to me, so close that our noses almost touched. "I love you." He said, slowly. Almost as if savouring every syllable. "It's not something that I planned, and it's certainly not something I expected, but it's true. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you." My breathing slowed down. He knew he was having his effect on me! "Well," I stated, "It's a jolly good thing that I love you back then, isn't it?"

"It is. Don't you think it's weird that we've declared our love for each other, but haven't shared a first kiss?" I rolled my eyes. "What are you suggesting, Mikaelson?"

"That we share our first kiss, idiot." He playfully flicked my nose, a small smile on my face. I leaned forwards and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek- his stubble rough against my cheeks. I then proceeded to lay my head back down, closing my eyes with the full intention of going back to sleep. When my eyes opened again, out of pure curiosity, his eyes were still studying my face, the smile still on his lips. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, it's just-" His head moved forwards, pressing a light kiss to my lips this time. "Only fools pay attention to words." He laughed while I shoved his chest, and he laid back down next to me. "Comere." He said. "If the nightmares come back, then I'll fight them off."

"With what?"

"My bare hands, of course." I snorted. "Careful. You don't want to hurt them."

"Aww. It's so nice you show concern for my hands." I shook my head. "No. I mean you don't want to hurt the nightmares, silly."

Kol's POV

I woke to the doorbell ringing- I say I, because Liz didn't. I got out of bed, not bothering to pull on a shirt, and walked down the stairs to an angry knocking on the door. "Alright, alright, I'm coming!" I yelled. I opened the door, running a hand through my messy hair. "What do you want?" I asked, not even looking at the person. I looked up to see Klaus. "Well, that's not a very nice welcome to your house- is it?"

Klaus sat down on the sofa, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. "So, how have you been, brother?" He asked idly. "Cut the crap, Klaus. What are you doing here?" He tutted and shook his head- while I remained grateful I'd pulled on a shirt between letting him in and making him tea. "Who is it that I can smell upstairs?"

"None of your business." I growled. "A one night stand, maybe?"

"No."

"Or is what Bekah told me about you hanging around with a Salvatore sister true? I had to say, I was sceptical- I thought there were only two, and two was enough." He took a sip of his tea before carrying on, "Tell me. Is she feisty in bed?" An animalistic growl ripped from my throat, and I lunged for him- only for a pair of small, strong and familiar arms to wrap around my waist and pull me back. "Hey." She reprimanded softly. "I'm going to kill him."

"Does it look like I need someone to defend my honour?"

Hello!

Especially Klaus, welcome to the crazy club. After all, we're all mad here... Anyways. As always- spellings, and don't forget to comment and vote! Have a great morning/afternoon/evening wherever in the world you are and a fantastic 2020!

-cody

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