The main goal of Jasmine's life, like everyone (okay may be not everyone), is to have an adventures life. Who would have been expecting her to find herself in a coffin with a dagger in her heart. Well does it ring any bells? I mean how many coffin w...
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‘Bickering Children’ that’s the first thought I get seeing the situation in front of me. At present, I am witnessing the live show of Niklaus Mikaelson and Kol Mikaelson face-off. It might have looked intimidating to watch this scene in TV, but now I can’t share the same thought as my past-watching-TVD self.
“Oh, go back to staring at yourself.”
“And who are you, my father?”
“No, Kol, but…”
“Hellooo. I am homeee” I said in a sing-song voice making my presence known before turning to the children of the house, who are now wearing an expression of awe looking at me.
‘I know I am beautiful. No need to make it obvious’ thought my narcissistic self shamelessly.
“Hey siblings, have you seen Nikky and Kol?” but all I got confused look which I chose to ignore. With that, I launched my second attack.
“Hey children, have you seen my two brothers? One look Kingly and another one look Wildest, have you?” slowly their confused look changed to an angry look at being called children.
“Who are you calling children, stellina? Klaus, the former tomato, asked angrily. Now their glares are directed towards me. Oh, what a butterfly effect!
“What? You guys were bickering like 12 year old kids. Do you guys have any doubt? Then ask them” I said pointing to their bickering show’s audience, who are now trying to muffle their laugh. It results Kol to grumble under his breath and Klaus to look away in embarrassment.
“Niklaus, come. I need to talk to you” Esther, the fake mother of the history, walks in wearing her new modern look.
“Oh, here comes the Mother Teresa’s evil version” I muttered under my breath which I am sure everyone, excluding the said person, heard giving to their supernatural hearing. And even if she heard, I don’t care.
And sadly, with the call of her, Klaus had to leave the room with her and for the next few minutes he would be listening to his mother’s wisdom and how she is so forgiving. Bullshit.
“Why do you hate her?” Rebekah asked me when she saw me still casting devil eyes towards the back of Original Witch.
I replied after I saw they left the room “I don’t trust her. I don’t trust her at all.” Because I know what she is going to do, and I have zero idea of how to counter-attack it.
Successfully diverting the topic, Elijah, the only one among Mikaelson siblings who was suspicious of their mother’s act in show, said “Well, leaving all that behind, your hair looks beautiful. It has been many years since I have seen your blonde locks.”
I finger combed my now blonde hair while flipping it off my shoulder and said sassily “Yah, Aren’t I looking beautiful?”
“It seems Kol has spread his disease of shamelessness” Rebekah joked for which she got a cushion thrown at her which, unfortunately for her, smacked right in her face.
