Chapter Fifteen

Plastering on a fake smile, I walk through the large doors and enter the ball dynamic. My smile instantly falters as I take in the classy environment. Everyone was busy doing something, anything.

Some people were dancing, standing closely to each other as if they seek each other's comfort. Others were chatting, their laughter forced like it was almost fake. And some others were like me, their eyes roaming the place like they had just entered a nee dimension.

I don't know how much guts it took from me to show up at this ball, but I sure do know that it took hella a lot.

The reason I showed up was because my sister did and she was invited to talk to Esther alone. It was half the reason though. The other half was the fact that Kol Mikaelson had smoothly flirted with me while I was having a drink at the grill.

It was quite surprising how he all of a sudden slid into a stool beside me, ordered a drink, before I gained all his attention.

His greeting - though - wasn't like any other guys greeting . His greeting went along the lines of, "How did your sexy ass manage to get up 6 AM just to have a drink."

His greeting was more of a statement than a question. Though I must admit that he had got my full attention and interest after his comment.

Let me tell you something. Kol never replied or answered with one word - no - his replies always were sentences. I liked that about him because he often voiced his thoughts.

We had spent the morning at 6 AM drinking while he flirted with me nonstop and I - well - had my elbow on the counter with my chin on my palm, intrigued my the simplest thing he did.

He was quite charming, if you ask me.

He eventually handed me an envelope that held the invitation to this ball reunion. It was a reunion and a celebration of his family - The Mikaelsons - because apparently they're one again.

Oh, and Esther happened to be the one in the fourth coffin.

I adjusted my black dress that wrapped around my upper body tightly while it was puffy from the waist and down. Small beige flowers designed the dress which I paired with a pair of beige simple heels.

Eying the dresses the others girls wore, mine was more simple. Actually, theirs wasn't simple at all. I looked like a middle school girl who got thrown into a party of models.

"No wonder it felt hot in here. You've arrived." I smile and turn to Kol who smiles at me in his tuxedo, his arms behind his back.

"Hello, Kol Mikealson." I greet formally, extending my hand for him to shake.

"Hello to you too, Emilia Gilbert." He replies, shaking my hand. "Would you fancy a drink?" He asks, his accent heavy.

"I'd love one....with you." That seemed like a victory because of the way Kol smiled, like he had just won the lottery.

Kol offered me his arm which I linked with mine before the both of us swerved through the crowd of people. Kol had a firm grip around my arm, like he was afraid that if he let go I would get lost in the crowded crowd.

A waiter walked by and Kol stopped him, grabbing two glasses of champagne. "M'lady." He handed me a glass and I gladly accepted it as the waiter walked past us.

I took a sip of the pink champagne, the bubbly taste rubbing against my throat as I swallowed it tastefully. I moaned, "I never had a champagne this good."

Kol smiles, "It's pretty rich. Suits you." He winks and I chuckle, staring at the twinkle he had in his eyes as I continued sipping at my drink.

I sway softly to the music as my eyes roam Klaus' Mansion. "This place turned out pretty well." I mumble, my eyes staring at the bright light of the huge chandelier that hung over me.

"Yeah." Kol only said and I feel his eyes boring into my face.

"Tell me more about yourself, Kol." I say, moving my gaze to look at him as I tilt my head.

"I'm better off a mystery." He replies, shrugging as he places his empty glass on a tray that was carried by a waiter that happened to be passing by.

"We have only met today yet you know a lot about me when I only know your name, and the fact that you're an original." I reply, clicking my tongue.

"Klaus told me a lot about you." Kol said, tilting his head as he studies me. "He told me that you were powerful, confident, bold, fearless, unique, beautiful, feisty, funny, and most importantly..." He whispers, "special."

"Weird coming from Klaus." I mutter, "He always thinks about himself."

Kol laughs, "I like you already." He pauses, "Actually, I liked you the time Klaus told me about you." He steps closer to me, his eyes roaming my face. "You do really stand out."

"Well, fuck me." I whisper, feeling flushed all of sudden by the attention I was getting from the original. Kol smiles softly while his eyes continue to stare at my features.

"You're cute." He whispers, his eyes stopping at my nose. "Your nose is small and cute." He chuckles, pressing my nose with a 'beep' noise.

He stares into my eyes, "Your eyes are deep and gorgeous."

He stares at my lips, "Your lips are rosy even without any lipstick on." He then added with a wink, "Perfect for kissing."

He stares at my cheeks, "Your skin is so soft and clear." His thumb grazes my cheek, the outline of my jaw, and then he stopped at my chin and tilts my head up so he could stare at my entire face.

He then whispers, "Your face is a beautiful art."

It felt as if Jesus had just threw prince charming onto the world as a reward for me for all that I have done.

My heart was beating faster than an car's speed limit, my eyes wide like I was a deer caught in headlights, my lips gaping as I tried to form words, and my breath literally being knocked out of me.

"Where have you been all my life?" I whisper, laughing in amusement and smiling brightly at him.

"Searching for your sexy ass." He replies, winking. I laugh, slapping his chest playfully.

Suddenly, Elijah stops by and places a hand on Kol's shoulder. "Emilia." He smiles in greeting and I mirror his smile. "Excuse us." Elijah says.

I shake my head, "No it's okay, I'll be waiting here."

"See you later, gorgeous." Kol smiles, waving before he disappeared with Elijah into the crowd.

A breathy sigh left me and I rubbed my palms, not realized that they were sweating. I grabbed a glass of champagne from the tray that the waiter held.

Before I could take a sip, Stefan appears in front of me. "Hey Stefan, didn't expect to see you here." I say, surprised as I take a sip of my drink.

"Yeah, neither did I." Stefan replies, sighing. "Anyways, how are you holding up?" He asks, concerned.

"I'm fine, Stefan." I smile, "You don't have to worry about me. Worry more about yourself."

"There's nothing to worry about me. It's you that I will always be worried about." Stefan says, completely knocking the breath out of me.

"Well, fuck me!" I reply, finishing my champagne in one gulp. Stefan chuckles at my reply with a shake of his head.

"But seriously, I know you're not fine." Stefan says, turning serious. "So I would appreciate it if you be completely honest with me. Emilia, how are you feeling?" He asks one more time, even more serious this time.

I chuckle humorlessly, "I feel like shit."

"Well in that case, I don't know what I'm supposed to say but...I'm sorry." Stefan replies softly, his face showing affection.

"You shouldn't be the one feeling sorry." I mumble a reply, my eyes looking at Damon who talks to Elena. I realized that Damon never really said 'sorry' about the fact that he kissed Elena, maybe he's not sorry.

"Uh, if everyone could gather, please." Elijah announces, standing on the staircase with a glass of champagne in his hand.

Once Elijah gained everybody's attention, he continued. "Welcome, thank you for joining us." He smiles, "You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance."

"Is that Esther?" I ask Stefan, whispering as I point to a woman who walks down the stairs.

"Yeah." Stefan answers, watching Esther intently.

"Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom." Everybody shifts to their partners just as Kol runs down the stairs and runs towards me.

Kol stands in front of me soon and he holds out his hand, his eyes glancing at Stefan for a mere second. "May I have this dance, gorgeous?" I smile and nod, taking his hand as I curtsy.

I look at Stefan behind my shoulder and he smiles while Kol drags me gently to the middle of the ballroom. Kol and I start waltzing like the other people.

"I don't recall telling you how magnificent you look tonight." Kol compliments, his words dripping with his heavy accent.

"You're handsome yourself." I reply, smiling at his previous comment. Kol only smiles at my words as we both move around the ballroom, in each other's arms.

Halfway through the dance, Kol twirls me and lets go of my hand. Another pair of arms grab my waist and start swaying us around.

I look up, gasping when my eyes meet familiar blue ones. Damon gives me a soft smile before he grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. I hesitantly place my right hand on his shoulder.

I avert my eyes to look down at our feet, not wanting to look at him. I feel Damon's chin leaning on top of my head as a sigh escapes his lips.

"You look breath-taking, if it isn't obvious." Damon whispers, his left hand caressing the small of my back.

I keep silent as he and I waltz through the ballroom, in sync with the others. "Please say something." He whispers, pleasingly.

"What is there to say, Damon?" I ask, whispering as I place my forehead on his chest. His heart pumps at a fast beat under my forehead.

"Anything. Just don't give me the silent treatment." He replies, his voice begging.

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment, Damon. I just don't know what to say in a situation like this." I say honestly, looking up to meet his blue orbs.

"Just tell me how you feel. Tell me your thoughts, and I want your full honesty." Damon replies, staring down at me.

"I feel like shit. Really. I don't know how to explain how I feel in other words." I chuckle humorlessly. "And currently, I'm thinking that it's the end of the world."

Damon nods and I continue, "I'm not trying to be rude, Damon, but you asked for honesty. And it's your fault why I feel like all this." I say honestly.

Damon nods sadly, "I know." He whispers, "And you don't know how bad that makes me feel."

"I'm guessing not really bad." I reply bluntly, unlocking our fingers as I step away from him. "If you excuse me, I'm going to go find something useful of my time." I tell him before I turn around and walk away, leaving him alone standing in the middle of the ballroom.

"Emilia Gilbert I presume?" A man asks, standing in front of me as he sips at his champagne. "Finn Mikaelson." He greets, extending his hand.

"Hi." I mumble, shaking his hand.

"You look a little down, what's wrong?" Finn asks, frowning.

"It's nothing, really. I just need fresh air." I reply, feeling flushed. "So if you'll excuse me." I stutter, waiting for him to stand out of my way.

"Sorry," He says, stepping aside. "Go ahead."

I smile, "Thank you." I walk past him and towards the large entrance doors of Klaus' mansion. I exit and run down the stairs, the chilly air blowing against my bare skin.

My heels click against the pavement as I walk down the path that leads to the lake opposite the mansion. I stop before the grass, taking my heels off.

I sigh in comfort when my feet stretches, feeling free. I carry both my heels in my hands before I step into the grass, my feet digging into the cold wet plant.

I walk towards the bench and sit on it comfortably, throwing my heels on the grass. A sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes, listening to the calming sound of the crickets and the lake, the music from the mansion faint in the background.

For a moment, I didn't think about anything.

I didn't think about the kiss Damon and Elena had. I didn't think about my past with Damon. I didn't think about Klaus. I didn't think about Kol. I didn't think about Stefan.

For a moment, all the pain and sorrow I felt was gone. The grief of my parents was gone. The dead feeling that filled up my heart was gone.

For a moment it was just me, the lake, the crickets, and the sound of my calm heartbeats.

I felt free. I didn't feel pressured or angry. I didn't feel my inner werecoyote. I didn't feel judged or controlled. I didn't feel pushed around or violated. I didn't feel ambushed or threatened.

For a moment - in a long time - I felt like the old Emilia Gilbert.

The Emilia Gilbert that was alive before her parents died. The Emilia Gilbert that was alive before she met Stefan. The Emilia Gilbert that was alive before she got involved with vampires.

"Princess."

My eyes snapped open, all my instincts and feelings coming back. I looked to my right and met eyes with Klaus who smiled softly at me.

"What?" I snapped, glaring at him because he ruined the moment I had.

"Whats got your panties in such a twist?" Klaus asks, amused as he laughs.

"You being here." I growled, scowling.

"Okay, if me being here annoys you then I'll see my way out." Klaus says, seeming a bit down as he stands up from the bench.

I kind of felt bad so I stood up to follow him. "Hey Klaus, I'm sorry I didn't mean - " Instead of continuing my sentence, a gasp escapes my lips.

Klaus sped over to me then pinned me to the grass, his hands holding my wrists about my head while his body presses above me. "You must've lost your mind if you really thought I'd leave you, princess." He says, his voice husky.

"Well yeah, it was pretty weird seeing Klaus Mikaelson leave after being told once." I reply, my voice surprisingly calm.

"What are you trying to say, princess?" Klaus asks, tilting his head as he smiles at me.

"I'm trying to tell you that you're damn stubborn." I reply, "Plus, I recall telling you not to call me princess once again."

"And I recall you calling me stubborn, princess." He says, smiling cheekily.

"You really got some nerve, Mikaelson." I say, smiling slightly.

"Would you slap me if I kiss you right now?" He asks, his voice low and sensual.

"Only if you involve tongue." I whisper, staring up into his eyes that always take my breath away.

Klaus leans down, his nose pressing against mine. "I am stubborn after all." He whispers, his lips grazing against my own.

I open my mouth to reply but Klaus had already acted and pressed his lips against mine, literally taking my breath away. I waste no time in moving my lips against his, my eyes fluttering shut.

Our lips move against each other, almost like they were meant to be. They fit together as if they were missing puzzle pieces that found each other.

Klaus let my wrists go and I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Klaus dragged his lips to my jaw, kissing along the line of my jaw.

A moan escapes my lips when he sucks on my chin before he peppers kisses down to my neck. My feet dig into the grass in pleasure at the feelings he was giving me.

A louder moan breaks out from the back of my throat, seeming to encourage Klaus who sucks on my neck, no doubt trying to create a hickey that would probably heal.

Klaus then rolls to his back, pulling me over his body. I gasp, flushed as I lay on top of him, my legs around his waist while my dress rides up to the middle of my thigh.

I waste no time to push my lips against his, craving his lips more than I ever craved pizza. The pervert pushed his tongue into my mouth, doing exactly the opposite of what I said. Not that I minded it though.

His tongue explores my mouth, his lips wrapping around my own. I pull away, gasping for breath. "I like kissing you, Klaus Mikaelson." I say, my voice breathy and my body flushed.

"Well, you will love fucking me." Klaus replies, his hand tightening around my waist as he pulls me closer.

I bite my lip as I place my hands on his chest, my eyes staring into his own. "Making plans already?" I ask, raising my eyebrows surprisingly.

"I made plans the day I set my eyes on you." He whispers, placing his hand behind my neck and pulling me to me.

Our lips meet against and we start kissing, this time slow and sensual. His hand runs down my back, his fingers digging into my spine. His hand then go up the curve of my butt then slide down to my thigh, stopping there as his hand squeezes my thigh.

I felt a lot of things at the moment. I felt flustered, hot, sexually bothered, and most of all needy.

A moan vibrates from the back of his throat, making me moan at the sound. "We have to stop or I'll rip your clothes and do you right here for everyone to see." Klaus says, panting.

His comment did things to me but I knew that we had to stop before it went too far. I nod, "Yeah, I agree." I slowly get up from on top of Klaus, stepping away as I hold my hand out.

Klaus smiles, taking my head before I help him up to his feet. I pat his chest, "You're officially the best kisser on this planet."

Klaus smiles, happy about the compliment. "And you're the hottest most beautiful girl on this planet." He whispers, his hand going up to my cheek and caressing it.

I smile, pecking his cheek before I walk past him to the bench. I grab my heels from the grass and turn to walk back to Klaus.

"Let's go." I mumble, walking back to the house with Klaus beside me.

My feet hits the rough pavement once we step out of the grass. I stop to bend down and put on my shoes. "I'll do it." Klaus stops me, taking the heels from me.

My eyes widen slightly as Klaus bends down on one knee. He looks up at me for a second, winking before he grabs my left leg gently. He carefully slides my foot into the heel then he leans down and pecks my foot before he places it back on the floor.

At this moment, I felt my heart explode like fireworks at New Years.

What was this man doing to me?

Klaus took my right leg and repeated his actions. Placing on my heel, pecking my foot before putting it back on the floor. He then stood up, meeting my eyes as he smiles softly.

I think I just fell in love.

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Klaus and I reenter the mansion, the music loud and people dancing. My eyes instantly meet Damon's who narrows his eyes between Klaus and I.

"I'll be back." I whisper to Klaus, my eyes still looking at Damon who's glaring at me now.

Klaus nods and I walk away from him, towards the staircase. From the corner of my eye, I catch Damon following me. I roll my eyes and pull up my dress as I walk up the stairs, my heels clicking.

Once I reach the second floor, I let my dress go and turn to the hall. The hall was empty with only Damon and I in it, the only sound is our shoes clicking against the tiles.

As expected, Damon grabs my wrist and turns me around harshly. "Please tell me you did not just kiss Klaus." Damon says, his jaw clenching and his eyes pleading.

"Made out - actually - but I don't see the difference." I say, shrugging before I pull my wrist out of his grip and walk away.

Damon growls, grabbing my wrist and slamming me against the wall. "How could you do this to me?" He asks, his nose flaring.

"Did you think about that when you kissed Elena, Damon?" I ask, pushing him away from me. "It's only fair, Damon."

"You kissed him to hurt me?"

I chuckled humorlessly, "I didn't even think about you while kissing him, Damon."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I don't see how it's any of your business, Damon." I reply, crossing my arms.

"It has everything to do with me!" Damon yells, fuming.

"Oh, don't flatter yourself too much, Damon." I sneer, glaring at him.

"I hate you for kissing him." He whispers, shaking his head.

"Well now you know how I felt when you kissed Elena." I say before turning around and stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I walked to the mirror and place my hands on either side of the sink, taking deep breaths. I look up and stare at myself in the mirror.

My face was flushed, my lips swollen, my cheeks red, my hair a mess, and my neck slightly red.

"Oh, what have you done Emilia?" I ask myself, sighing.

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