Damon's daughter~ vampire diaries fanfic

40- over n out

Blair's P.O.V

My first instinct was to panic when I woke up and felt like I was trapped. That was until I realised I was only trapped by a pair of arms, Kol's arms. I suddenly remembered what had happened; I had a nightmare about Jack and came to his room. I looked around his room and then down at his arms wrapped tightly around me. Awkward. Gently taking hold of his hand, I tried to untangle them from around my waist, but it wouldn't work. Then I tried lifting his arm so I could get out of his grasp, but that wouldn't budge either. Damn his stupid vampire strength. I tried once more but then his arms tightened around me and pulled me even closer to him if that were possible. Sighing, I gave up and closed my eyes, managing to somehow fall back into a sleep.

I was stood in a graveyard, flowers in my hand. Confusion took over, how did I get here? I looked down and I was wearing a black dress, as if I was at a funeral. Kneeling down, I placed the flowers by the grave that I was stood beside and gasped when I seen the name on the gravestone. Kol Mikaelson.

"No." I muttered shocked, standing up. I walked backwards in shock, and almost bumped into another gravestone. I read the name on that one and gasped again. Rebekah Mikaelson.

"No!" I exclaimed again, sprinting to the next one. Klaus Mikaelson. Then I ran to the next one. Elijah Mikaelson.

"Oh my god." I whispered, running a hand through my hair in shock.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head." A voice said. Huh? Since when do gravestones speak. I slowly opened my eyes and realised I was in Kol's room, and his arms were no longer around me. I turned and seen him lay next to me, propped up and resting his head on his hand whilst smirking at me.

"Oh cool, you're not dead." I stated in a daze, slightly relieved. Me and my weird dreams. First I have a nightmare, then I have some crazy dream, all in one night. My brain is so messed up right now.

"Pardon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I woke up earlier and tried to get up. But your arms were over me and you wouldn't budge, thought you might have been dead." I lied, obviously not wanting to tell him that I dreamt about being at his grave.

"You don't need to pretend that you wanted to leave my bed." He winked and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not pretending. It's super uncomfortable." I retorted, but it was a lie. His bed was annoyingly comfortable.

"Then why were you so desperate to stay in here then?" He asks, moving his face slightly closer to mine. I didn't reply and he just smirked in reply, so I stood up to get out of his bed but before I had the chance he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in.

"Want to talk about last night?" He asked, and I lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

"Last night? What happened last night?" I asked, playing dumb.

"The nightmare that left you too terrified to stay on your own?" Kol answered and I inhaled a breath, not wanting to talk about it. This was unusual for Kol, he normally got the hint when not to ask questions and left me to deal with my stuff on my own, just how I liked it. I didn't need to talk to people. I didn't need their help. There's nothing they could even do to help.

"Oh, you know. Same old same old." I shrugged.

"No, I don't know." He replied and I still continued to look at his ceiling.

"Look, I really am so grateful for you being here when it happened. But I also don't want to talk about it." I told him.

"That's fine. But with me being the only one that knows it happened... I just feel like it's my duty to tell you that you shouldn't always keep everything bottled up." He said and I turned to face him. I was confused at why he was talking like this when he was usually the one that was fine with me not talking about things if I wasn't ready. Although I kind of understood where he was coming from, it was unhealthy to bottle everything up forever. But some things just do not need to be spoken about.