chapter twenty two

kinky

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"WHAT THE FUCK? She just left?" Jordanna asked Caroline through the phone. Klaus had dragged her along with him to New York, telling her that he had found a way to unlink his siblings and herself. Though, Klaus never actually asked the witch to unlink them, but she'd deal with that later, she had a gut feeling that whoever he asked to unlink them—well, he didn't exactly ask.

More or less, he threatened them.

Duh.

"Yeah," Caroline sighed down the phone. "Bonnie's devastated JJ, she pretends she's okay, but she's not. We need to do something to cheer her up when you get back."

"Yeah, of course" Jordanna hummed, a smirk pulled at her lips as she caught sight of a tall figure sauntering across the busy New York streets. "I've got to go Care, give Bonnie my love."

"I will," Caroline laughed. "Oh! One last thing, Elena and Damon are being weird, and by weird I mean sketchy as Hell, so I'd be careful if I were you, okay?"

"Got it. Thanks Caroline."

The witch sauntered up besides Klaus, the hybrid held his arm out for her to take—which she gladly took in her own, not after shooting the man a weirded look.

"Hello Finn," Klaus spoke with a smirk, earning a sigh of annoyance to come from the other original.

"Hello Niklaus, Jordanna. I have nothing to say to you," the older original replied boredly—brushing past the pair.

"We aren't here to talk, doll," Jordanna smirked, head cocked aside. "Though we'd love to know where witch-bitch is hiding. I just wanna say hi is all," she continued, a teasing smile on her lips. "You know, have a coffee maybe, catch up before she tries to kill me. The usual."

"She has gone to find another way to end our abominable lives," Finn countered harshly, turning to face Klaus and Jordanna. "And when she does I will sacrifice myself all over again."

Klaus flashed him a fake smile, "well, how fortunate that I require you're assistance."

"I have no wish to help you. Only to see you dead," Finn spat, scoffing in disbelief, venom dripping from his tone.

"Right, well, that's the thing. You see, you won't be able to see me dead, because if I die then you die. So wish unfulfilled," Klaus teased with an amused grin earning a snort from Jordanna.

Man-child.

"Oh, go bother someone else with your hollow charms, Niklaus," Finn shook his head in irritation.

"Why? When I can bother my big brother. I need you to accompany us back to Mystic Falls. I have a witch there who can help undo Esther's spell that linked us together," Klaus explained, Jordanna furrowed her brows, if he had gotten who she thought he did she will scream.

"I do not wish to be unlinked!" Finn shouted.

Jordanna sighed, a small smirk on her face, "why must you be so difficult, Finny?"

Klaus stepped forward, placing a hand on his brother's chest, "again with the wishes! Let me rephrase, you will come back with me or I will put you back in that coffin in which you rotted for nine hundred years."

"What happens to one, happens to all," Finn smirked. "You may not feel the effects of the dagger but you'd lose your precious Rebekah. I can't even imagine how painful it would be for your little witch friend over there," the original nodded over in Jordanna's direction—angering Klaus more. "I suppose after a long time her body wouldn't be able to take it and she'd be dead, do you really want that, Niklaus?"

"Watch your mouth," Klaus threatened. Finn shook his head with an eye roll before speeding off.

Jordanna groaned in annoyance, "this is soo boring."

"Hush now," Klaus spoke with a mocking grin, taking a hold of her arm and speeding them into the alley-way Finn had disappeared to.

"Let's not make this any worse than it has to be, darling brother," Rebekah spoke as she stepped out from the shadows.

"You're siding with him?" Finn looked at her in disbelief. "Rebekah, he stored us in boxes."

"At least he's not trying to make us extinct," the blonde snapped back.

"What are you gonna' do? Kill me?" The eldest son spat out.

Klaus rolled his eyes, "oh, yeah. That's right, you've got a death wish. Fine. Pathetic, but fine." Jordanna let out a small chuckle at the dramatic hand movements. "The thing is, I'm not going to have you take the rest of us down with you."

Klaus looked towards Jordanna with a lazy smile, the witch rolled her eyes and lifted a hand—throwing Finn around the alley way, his head collided with the concrete wall multiple times before she dropped her hand, watching as the original fell limp to the floor.

"Happy now?"

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Klaus threw Finn's body onto the floor of the foyer. Jordanna and Rebekah followed behind, arms linked together.

"Gather your witch," Rebekah said looking at her brother. "Let's get his blood and get on with it."

Finn scowled at them, "you can't force me to help you."

"Oh, I most likely could," Klaus countered, with a smirk. "But why force when I could persuade?" The hybrid gestured towards the stairs, Jordanna looked over at the vampire who she saw with Damon yesterday.

The witch rolled her eyes.

"Hello Finn," Sage spoke softly, grinning as his eyes met hers.

"Sage," Finn gasped breathlessly, smiling as he met his former lover at the bottom of the stairs.

"What do you know, true love prevails," Rebekah spoke, almost bitterly.

"It does occasionally have it's uses," Klaus smiled slightly looking down at the witch who was staring down at her phone.

Kol: 'let me know when I'm needed darling'

"I would've preferred to torture it out of him, but I guess this way it's easier," Jordanna shrugged, not looking up from her phone as she sent a reply.

Klaus and Rebekah shared a look of amusement as the words slipped from her mouth. "I have something to do, what do you need from me for this spell?" Rebekah inquired as she glanced around the room.

"Just your blood and your blessing. Where are you going?" Klaus asked his younger sister, narrowing his eyes.

"I have some unfinished business with Damon Salvatore, ask Sage what he did to me. Then you'll understand why retribution is in order," the blonde hissed, a scowl sat on her face before she turned and strutted out the door.

"God, I love that woman."

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"My, my," Jordanna sang as she and Klaus walked into the room only to find Damon hanging from the ceiling—bear traps around his wrist, digging into his skin, blood pouring from his body.

"Well look what you caught," Klaus mused as he stared at the vampire with a smirk, throwing his arm over Jordanna shoulders. "If you're trying to bleed him of vervain, don't you think it would be easier to hang him upside down."

Jordanna gasped dramatically, looking up at the hybrid with a teasing smile, "you read my mind."

"I'm perfectly capable of inflicting pain, thank you very much," Rebekah insisted with an eye roll, watching as the witch lifted her hand causing Damon to groan in pain—more blood pouring from his chest.

"Oh, well, excuse me. It's not like I have an expertise in the manner," Klaus shot back sarcastically.

"You know, why don't you just leave me be and go manage your witch," Rebekah suggested with a false smile.

"Your witch is here?" Jordanna questioned, looking up at Klaus with raised eyebrows. "Who is it?"

"I'm afraid I must get going sweetheart, many things to do . . . people to kill," Klaus rambled as he turned away from the witch, rushing out of the room. Jordanna turned to Rebekah with an expectant look.

"Don't look at me," Rebekah chuckled, holding her hands up in mock surrender.

Jordanna groaned in irritation, pulling at the ends of her hair, "I'm going to strangle him."

"Kinky," Damon murmured, tone laced in pain.

"Shut up!" Both girls snapped, turning to face him with glares.

✧

"Bon?" Jordanna questioned as she walked into the main room.

Bonnie sighed in slight relief at the thought of the Jones girl being there with her, Klaus' presence alone was making her extremely uneasy.

"I'm still studying the unlinking spell," Bonnie choked out, turning back to face Klaus as she neared Jordanna, who came and stood by her—feeling slightly protective. "It's not that easy, especially under duress."

"You've been warned-"

"You!" Jordanna shouted pointing a finger at the hybrid. "You, shut up! I will do the damn spell, there was no need to drag Bonnie into this."

"But-"

"No, buts!" She waved her hands dramatically, in a 'shooing' motion. "Get out, I will deal with this."

Klaus rolled his eyes with a sigh before muttering a quiet, "as you wish." He pressed a kiss to the witch's cheek before speeding off, leaving the Jones to smile in accomplishment.

The witch spun around to Bonnie who was watching her with a small smile, amused at the altercation. "I'm sorry he dragged you into this," Jordanna grimaced. "I told him keep you out of this, but of course-"

"Jordanna, it's fine," Bonnie cut the witch's rambling off with a smile. "I came on my own, Elena and Damon are being super sketchy so I thought it'd be safer if I just unlinked you now before they did something stupid."

"Oh," Jordanna breathed out in a mix of relief and shock. "Well, thank you, you don't have to."

"Jords, I got you in this mess, let me get you out of it," Bonnie pleaded slightly, the guilt practically imploding on her.

"Fine," Jordanna gave in after a moment of silence. "But I have to help."

Bonnie raised her eyebrows, shaking her head slightly.

"Please! Bonnie, I'm gonna die of boredom in here," the witch flashed the Bennett a charming smile that made everyone's knees weak.

"Fine," Bonnie rolled her eyes, scowling at the smug little smirk that rested on Jordanna's lips, they always give in.

The witches took a seat onto the couch—flipping through a Grimoire that sat on the glass table between them. Bonnie watched the older witch flip through the pages with a small smile, "I'm sorry."

Jordanna looked up from the book with furrowed brows, "what?"

"For judging Klaus, we all did. He may not be the nicest person, but you're happy," the witch smiled. "So I'm happy."

"Thank you Bon," the two witches exchanged smiles. "I'm sorry about your mom-"

"You two can chit-chat later, we've wasted as much time as it is," Klaus announced, walking into the room with a small case in his hands, opening it to show four, small, vials of blood. "So, here we are. Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn—"

His face transitioned—showing the veins, he lifted his hand and bit into it, allowing the blood to flow freely. Jordanna stood in a daze watching the hybrid's face flicker back.

"Where do you want us?" He asked Jordanna with a smirk, closing his hand so the blood didn't spill.

Jordanna picked up a glass from the table, walking towards the hybrid she guided his hand over the cup—waiting for it to fill. The witch lightly pushed his hand away and gave the glass to Bonnie as she held her hand out to Klaus expectantly.

The hybrid rose his eyebrows, "yes, sweetheart?"

The raven-haired girl rolled her eyes, "I need the blood, asshat."

"Of course," the hybrid grinned cheekily, passing her the small case — fingers brushing together.

Jordanna walked to the table, laying out the vials of blood. "We just need yours now," Bonnie spoke up looking at Jordanna with a small smile.

"Got it," Jordanna mumbled. Holding her left hand out, palm up, she lifted the pointer finger of her free hand and motioned it downwards, wincing slightly as her skin split, following the actions of her finger.

Bonnie poured in each vial—including Jordanna's. The two witches began chanting, voices harmonising in sync. Klaus watched on with curious eyes. As Bonnie poured the last vial in the cup; mixing the blood together, she handed it off to Jordanna who slowly poured the mixture onto the table. The witches chanting became louder, they watched as the blood separated into six circles, the candles besides them raised largely before they went out.

Jordanna's lips tugged, they were now unlinked.

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Jordanna and Bonnie walked towards the door, mid conversation as Rebekah stood in a passing doorway—wiping blood off her hands with a rag. "Aw, leaving so soon?" The blonde taunted Bonnie who responded with an eye roll.

"Sister, be nice," Klaus retorted as he rested against a pillar, a small smirk tugged at his lips.

"Thank you, Bonnie. See you in physics class," Rebekah smiled falsely, walking away to reveal a strung up Damon.

"Oh my god," Bonnie gasped in shock.

"Yeah, you'll have to excuse the mess. Apparently Damon hurt her feelings," Klaus muttered as he pushed himself off the wall, walking closer to the witch and Jordanna. "Go on, help him. Save the man who turned your mother into a vampire and tried to kill your best friend."

Jordanna and Bonnie both rolled their eyes at his taunts. "Just get me out of here," Bonnie muttered in annoyance, Jordanna nodded, grabbing a hold of her arm and escorting her to the door.

"How the hell do you deal with them?" Bonnie chuckled lightly, pushing her hair from her face.

"Fuck knows at this point," Jordanna replied back with a snort.

Bonnie smiled. "I'll call you later, okay?"

The Jones witch nodded, giving the Bennett a hug before she walked out the door.

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"Klaus, I'm here. Let's do this!" Stefan shouted, a duffle bag in hands.

Jordanna side eyed Rebekah as they made their way into the room. "That sounds like a sex thing. Definitely a sex thing," she muttered, wide eyed at the thought.

"Oh, good," Klaus taunted earning an eye roll from Jordanna as the two and Rebekah entered the room where the older Salvatore brother hung. "A hero, what do you want?"

Stefan threw the duffle at Klaus' feet. "I'm here to make a deal," the vampire told him, shooting his brother a glare.

"Stefan, what are you doing?" Damon hissed.

"Eight stakes, made of white oak. The part of Wickery Bridge you forgot to burn," Stefan informed.

"That's impossible," Rebekah spoke, wide-eyed.

"Actually it's not," Stefan snapped. "They killed your brother."

"Finn is dead?" Rebekah's voice hitched.

"Damon in exchange for the last eight weapons that can kill you," Stefan gritted his teeth. He was always saving Damon's ass.

"And how do I know there aren't any more left?" Klaus questioned with a glare.

"Because there aren't," Stefan replied uneasily. He hadn't known about Damon and Elena's plan to try and kill The Originals ( and Jordanna ) again, so he hadn't really had a clue as to what he was doing.

"Let's be certain shall we?" Klaus spoke as he made his way towards Damon, stopping in front of the vampire. "Leave."

"No," Damon hissed in a whisper, shaking his head.

"Go, on. Leave," Klaus insisted, amusement clear. Damon said nothing — angering the hybrid. "I said go home."

Damon yelled out in pain as the compulsion took control, his arms began to pull themselves from the bear traps, ripping the flesh from his wrists. Stefan swallowed roughly, sharing a look of disgust with Jordanna—well, Stefan looked disgusted, Jordanna merely smiled.

"Alright. Stop, stop, stop, before you hurt yourself," Klaus chuckled as the pained grunts and groans coming from the younger vampire stopped. "Well, seeing that he can finally be compelled," the hybrid grabbed Damon by the throat and began to compel him again. "Now, minus the stake that's in my brother, how many more stakes are out there that can kill me?"

"Eleven," Damon answered, panting heavily as he attempted to resist the compulsion.

"Eleven!" Klaus exclaimed. "Really, so not eight then?" He mocked, turning to face Stefan with a dangerous glare.

"You really shouldn't have lied," Rebekah spoke up, pursing her lips besides Jordanna.

"In my defence I didn't know," Stefan held his hands up in surrender. Did they seriously think that he's stupid enough to go after the Mikaelson's knowing that Jordanna was linked to them? Even if she wasn't he wouldn't even bother trying to kill them, they made her happy and that's all that mattered to him. "I'll get you the other three."

"Yeah, that'll be nice," Klaus rolled his eyes mockingly. "Or, since you lied-"

Jordanna groaned loudly, head thrown back. "Can you both stop talking for, like, five seconds?" The witch turned her head to Klaus. "He said he didn't know, okay?"

Klaus raised his eyebrows, "and you believe him?"

"Yes," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "I can always tell when he's lying. His nose twitches like mad, he kind of looks like a bunny-"

"Thank you!" Stefan exclaimed smugly, gesturing his arm at the witch. Choosing to ignore the last comment.

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, shooting him a look at his interruption. Jordanna and Rebekah shared a look of annoyance.

"This is ridiculous," The blonde scoffed in annoyance.

"Agreed," Jordanna nodded, raising a challenging eyebrow. "Your pathetic bickering is gonna get us no where, while we have dumb and dumber ( doppelslut and bitch boy ) constantly trying to kill us and you two are more concerned on one upping each other! Get a fucking grip," the witch seethed before turning to Stefan. "And for the love of god take your idiot brother and bring me the last stakes or so help me god I will skin him alive and turn him into a fucking bag!"

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Jordanna huffed as she picked fluff from Klaus' hair, her chin rested on his bare chest, their legs tangled together snuggly under a blanket as they laid on the couch.

"You're honestly telling me you're pissed because I asked the Bennett witch to do the spell?" Klaus asked, raising a brow at the Jones.

Jordanna gave him a pointed stare. "One, you didn't ask her, asshole, you demanded and two, yeah, I am. You told me, no, you promised me you wouldn't get my friends involved in your shit. That's twice now you've broken a promise."

"I apologised," Klaus shrugged, playing it off as he dragged his finger up and down her spine.

Jordanna rolled her eyes. "I'd prefer it if you actually stuck to your promises rather than having to apologise every time you fuck up. Relationships don't work if you can't keep a fucking promise."

A shit eating grin fell upon Klaus' face whilst Jordanna's eyes widened at the words that left her mouth. Crap, she swore to herself, she just wanted the floor to eat her whole now. 

The embarrassment sunk in as she moved to get off of him, only Klaus didn't allow that, he pulled her back down to him; resuming their former position.

"Relationship?" He rose a brow, an amused look painted across his features. "What? Does that make me your boyfriend?"

Jordanna internally cringed, praying on every God and witch out there that someone would summon her father from the other-side so that he could kill her, ending her embarrassment. 

"No," she grumbled. "You must've misheard me, I said casual relationship's between a witch and her hybrid friend who she sleeps with on occasion won't work if you fuck up. Casual relationship. I think your age might be catching up to you, Nikky."

Klaus rolled his eyes at the last comment. "You don't need to be embarrassed, sweetheart, it's no secret that I fancy you. If you want this to be about sex, it'll be about sex. You want to be together, we'll be together. I don't care, Jordanna, I'll take you either way, as long as you stay in my life."

"You don't do girlfriends," she pointed out. "You told me that yourself."

Klaus waved a dismissive hand, "yes, well, I believe I can make an exception. Just this once."

Jordanna said nothing, only turning her head to hide her smile, humming in acknowledgement. 

Klaus sighed sharply, "you're going to make me ask, aren't you?"

"Obviously."

Klaus gripped her chin between his fingers, turning her head to face him. "Be mine, Jordanna?"

"No."

Klaus rolled his eyes, "I bloody hate you."

"Liar."

{AN} what fooking middle name should i give her cos wtf im shite at names xo

(edited 08/03/22)