Mikaelson Wife • Niklaus Mikaelson

• Chapter Four: "Stefan".

The Vampire Diaries: Season Three
Natalia Mikaelson

For the past two months, I've been in Chicago at Gloria's bar, drowning my sorrows. I trust Gloria to keep my secret about being here.

She always liked Rebekah and I. We were quiet, we didn't cause trouble in her bar. That was all Klaus and Stefan. Although, I will admit to letting Klaus get out of control sometimes.

I swirl my glass, stirring the alcohol in the glass before drowning the vodka. I scrunch up my nose in disgust. "Ugh, that's terrible vodka". I hiss, slamming the glass back on the bar top. Gloria rolls her eyes at me, huffing.

"Its water, darling". I squint my eyes at her.

"Why the fuck am i drinking water?" I hiss angrily.

"Because you drank all the vodka". She says, cleaning the glasses. Once I process her words, I pout, sighing as i tap my nails on the wooden bar top.

"Tequila?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"You finished that yesterday".

"Bourbon?" I ask hopefully. She sighs, nodding before grabbing the bottle. I clap happily as she grabs a glass and pours two fingers worth in. "Thank you".

"The only thank you i need is money. I haven't been running this for seventy plus years for you to drink me out of a business". She says sternly.

"Yes ma'am". I say saluting. I grab my bag and pull out the purse. I look through the many credit cards. "So, do you want Ms Alina Halgrave or Miss Darcey Lorraine to pay the check?" I question, looking at her. She looks at me shocked.

"You stole the identities of dead people?" She hisses and i gasp shocked at her horrible accusation.

"Of course not, these two lovely women are alive and well. I just compelled them to give me their credit cards and to not question any transactions on their bank statements". I grin evilly.

"Why?"

"The best way to run from a paranoid, backstabbing assjerk is to lead him on a wild goose chase. I'd compel some woman who pissed me off and looked somewhat like to me, to go by my name, then I'd tell her to travel some place and then i would head in the opposite direction". I say. She shakes her head.

"Oh, stop being so judgy, you practice old school voodoo magic, your no saint either, my dear". I say, making her chuckle.

"Besides, that trick didn't last very long. My lovely husband soon caught on to my game and armed all off his little spies with a picture of me". My lip curls at the mention of he-who-must-not-be-named.

"So, tell me more about these credit cards then". She says grabbing Miss Darcey Lorraine.

"Well, I decided if I couldn't trick him into chasing a decoy, then I would just disappear without a trace by using the identities and money that belong to other people". I sigh, sipping my bourbon.

"Natalia Mikaelson has now become some scary ghost story vampires, werewolves and witches tell their family and friends". I say, finishing my drink. My heart stops hearing that familiar voice.

"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus says.

"I can't believe this place is still here". Stefan says.

"You really do hate me, don't you?" I grumble, staring at the ceiling, talking to the spirits or God, whoever the fuck keeps dragging this bastard back into my life.