Spellbound: Part 6: Witchcraft
Mikaelson Compound, French Quarter Sunday - PM
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rebekah asked pointedly. Klaus looked over to the front gate relieved that Caroline had already gone outside and didn’t have the same supersonic hearing as the rest of his family.
“Excuse you, Niklaus,” she drawled. “Is this the way you’re trying to get women these days? Pretending to be in love with them so you can cop a feel?” Klaus growled instinctively, there was only a few people that could annoy him this much and Rebekah was at the very top of his list right now. As much as he revelled in her touch, Klaus wanted so much more than that from Caroline.
“I’d watch how you speak to me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she scoffed. “Stop trying to be the big, bad hybrid when you are pathetically rubbing yourself against that witch in my presence. I mean talk about visuals that I won’t be able to get out of my head.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised that you’ve made this situation all about you, little sister.”
“This situation? Why shouldn’t I be surprised that you’re trying to divert attention away from what’s really going on here,” she growled. “How about we stop pretending and get to the point.”
“The point where you admit that this supposed spell is a ruse for your real intentions. Can’t you just tell the girl how you feel, you know like normal people do?” Before he could bite back she continued. “Oh that’s right you’re not normal, silly me.”