Fate's Path [Finn Mikaelson Fanfic] [BWWM]

Chapter 3

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD...ISH....

Finn woke to a sunlight-filled bedroom. He looked down to see he was wearing sweats but no shirt. All the blood that covered his hands last night was gone. Finn got up quickly and listened to his surroundings. Before he could make a decision about anything, the door to the bedroom opened. Kriss came in wearing a pair of tight jean shorts, another tight low cut top, and two thermos cups. She held one out to Finn. "Makes the bagged stuff easier to consume when you warm it a little."

"How did I get here?"

"I carried you. Vampire, remember?" he nodded and took the cup from her. Taking a sip he grimaced but took another.

"Is this your place?" he asked and got out of the bed. His cheeks ran hot and he didn't know why until he looked at Kriss who was staring at his body. She looked at him with flirty eyes and drank from her cup.

"Not according to the lease but the owner and I have a previous agreement." Kriss walked out into the living room and Finn followed her.

"Thank you for saving that girl last night. I don't know how I lost control."

"Because you clearly never feed straight from the vein. And I've found it to be  the only thing that keeps me sane."

"I don't have much sanity left to keep."

"Neither do I.," she said plainly. They stood looking at each other. Kriss was in shorts and Finn stared down her legs, "So does an Original vampire just sleep his days away or do you actually have things to do?"

"I'm going to clean up this city. The vampires run rampant. No control. I will cut the population to size then set rules for the rest."

"So you're planning on staying? Should we be expecting anyone else?" she asked.

"No," Finn said.

"Alright. Well as fun as this is, I have work. Come by the bar if you want to hang or if you need a partner in crime for tonight. I'm always down to kill a few gluttonous vamps." Kriss grabbed her purse and went to the door.

"No thanks. I think I'll be fine." She turned around and looked at his face.

"Last night is proof that you could use a little backup." Guilt popped up on his face before he broke and smiled for the first time in a while.

"So you can light me on fire again? No thank you."

"Okay. Well, have fun. I'll be following you," Kriss left before he could reply.

That night after he went and grabbed stakes, Finn didn't know why but he was led to her bar again. The gods must have it out for him, he thought. Finn took his small bag and sat at the table he did a few nights before. Kriss smiled and waved when she noticed him. In two seconds there was a glass and bottle of Maker's Mark in front of him. He raised the glass to her and drank while she finished her shift.

They headed straight to the inner city after her shift. Kriss tried convincing Finn they should compel a snack but he refused. It took them more than an hour to find the group. The vamps were in a beaten-up old house with cars parked on the yard. Finn could hear the loud thumping music. "What do people listen to nowadays?" he asked Kriss and she smiled.

"It's called trap music. Basically, music that describes this house," she said with a screwed up face. Finn thought that even that couldn't make her look ugly. He raised his eyebrows in understanding.

"Think someone owns this house?"

"Like a person alive? Maybe. But can't Original vampires compel regular ones?"