Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

10|Bad Luck

|nora's pov|

Chicago, Illinois-

The air was crisp and fresh, much different than typical polluted air in New York. I sluggishly got out of the car, and groaned when I felt all of my muscles being streched to their full potential, and glanced at the driver.

"Are you going to get out of the car?" I could see him just fine since the top was still down, and he sighed as he got out of the car.

"The Mikaelson Manner." He said, pointing in front of us. It looked like a sky scraper, but I knew that they were just apartments, fancy apartments.

"And the Parker Manner." I pursed my lips as we walked into the entrance, him not to far behind me. I was a little paranoid, to be honest. I was paranoid that his family would show up any minute, and have me placed right back into that little self destructing city. I wasn't paranoid that Klaus wasn't on my side, I was just watching my back. As soon as I walked in, I noticed a girl standing behind the counter, must be mantence.

"Hi, Is there anything I could get for you?" I rolled my eyes as I walked closer to her, the incessant chatting was just another sound ringing in my ears. "Ma'am, you are not permitted to come behind here." Her voice was strained with fear, as she watched me jump over the counter, and my eye caught her push a button from behind it.

"Bad call." I mumbled, before I twisted her neck and she dropped to the floor. I squinted my eyebrows and snapped my head to the entrance when the sound of sirens went off, and a whole swat team was in our face in less than two seconds. I could see surprisingly well in the dark, and listened as they yelled in our faces.

"Hands in the air! Get on the ground now, or we'll shoot!" I glanced at Klaus to my right, and he motioned his hand out to them.

"Ladies first." The only thing that was on my mind was, depudy blood.

I charged at them, breaking arms, and snapping necks. They fired their guns a hell of a lot, but none of the bullets caused me any damage. Rounds and rounds went off, but soon enough they were all dead.

"This place better be top tier." I said, before walking over to the elevator. I felt him walk in behind me, and the door shut behind us. One of the walls were glass, and I took the opportunity to look over the city. It was cool toned, and more modern in a way. We're right on the coast line, and it actually looked pretty decent.

I smiled when the door opened, because this was not just a hotel, this was a place where we could stay. The interior was all neutral colors, and I spun as I took my own detour of the apartment. My body felt twitchy, as I made my way into the bathroom. I looked a mess; I had blood all over me, bullet holes in my clothes, and my hair was a complete nest. I took my jacket off, and sat on the edge of the tub so I could be in the light.

"What are you doing?" I could smell him before he even presented himself to me. I kept my head down, and slid a small silver bullet out of my abdomen, pinching the skin with my two fingers. I tossed it on the trash before looking at him in the door frame.

"I don't mind, but they can't stay in there forever." He looked me down, and sat on the tub ledge next to me.

"May I?"

"I can do it myself." I kept my voice monotone as I continued to fish out bullets, and plop them down next to me. After looking at me for a while, he stood up and ran his hands down his jeans.

"Okay, I'm getting in the shower so If you could lend me some privacy." He said sarcastically, looking down at me.

"After me." I was nasty, and not budging about this. He gave me a grin, and I stood up so we were face to face.

"Or..we can take one together." His voice had dropped several octaves, and I chuckled to hold in my anger. I traced my hands up his chest, finally living in his fantasy where we were once something. I could feel his breath in my face, as his forehead slowly met mine. He leaned in slow, and as soon as our lips were a centimeter apart I raised my hand to jam it in his chest. I was perfectly aligned with his heart, and my stomach dropped when I felt a hand snap around my wrist.

If looks could kill, I'd be one dead bitch.

He sped us over to the sink, and I groaned into his shoulder as I felt my back being crushed from the pressure.

"When will you get it through your head, that you can't beat me." He leaned further in my face, only crushing my back more, making me cripple. I used my arm to push him off of me, and my foot to kick him back.

"When you get it through your head, that we are nothing, and we never will be anything." When he stood up, I took a few steps closer to him hoping to burn the message in his brain. "I could care about a lot of things Klaus, but I'll be damned if one of them are you." Since he didn't let me physically rip his heart out, I had to do it the hard way.

He charged at me from the floor, and my back came right back into contact with the sink, but this time it was harder. I felt his hand clamp around my neck, and I took a deep breath for air. I looked in his hybrid eyes, and grinned as best as I could, before laughing. He let me go, and my feet came back in contact with the ground.

"Don't stop on my account, If I'm not wrong I remember we liked it rough?" I trailed my fingertip along his jaw, and pursed my lips when he jerked his head away from me. "What, you're not mad at me because I don't love you anymore, are you?" My voice was laced with fake pity, and pouted lips.

My head jerked when he grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and I screamed when his hand plunged into my chest. I could feel every finger that he had around my heart, and my back slightly arched off of the wall. After I adjusted to the pain, I smiled at him, and he only raised my body higher off of the floor.

"Do it." I coughed up blood after I spoke, and rolled my head back on the wall, loosing consciousness. My body jolted forward as I slumped to the ground, and slowly stood up.

It was silent, besides the sound of our heavy breaths and I turned around to look at the mirror above the sink; cracked. I raised my eyebrows, and placed my hand on his shoulder to balance myself, before glancing at the mirror and then back at him.

"That's seven years of bad luck for you, buddy." I said patting his shoulder, and shuffling out of the bathroom.