chapter forty-four

i'm not the only one

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JORDANNA ANASTASIA JONES has never regretted killing anyone, ever. Whether it be she did it for fun or they deserved it, she didn't care, she didn't regret it full stop.

Even now, seeing how . . . tired Damon looked as he glared at her, she didn't regret it. If anything she was ecstatic, she could laugh at the expression on his face but he was already so down in the dumps it'd be a little mean . . .

But Jordanna was a mean person, so screw it. She laughed. Leaning against the bar, her hand smacked against her mouth as a splutter of laughter left her lips, "Something wrong, Damon? You look a little sad?"

"Sad? Sad doesn't even begin to explain how I feel," he spat, prodding a finger in her direction. "You know, as bad as it sounds, the best day of my life was when I held my brother who was crying over your 'death'. Worst day of my life was today when I came to pick up some clothes and heard an awfully familiar screech down the phone. Turns out you're alive," he said, tone laced with bitterness.

"And here you are," Jordanna drawled, pushing herself up from the barstool, her feet landed on the floor with a click of her heels, a menacing smirk rested on her glossy lips. "So, what now, Damon? You gonna kill me? You gonna get revenge for what I did?"

"Revenge is nothing, Jordanna. I need you to feel the hurt that I did when you took the people I loved the most away from me, you turn Stefan against me and then you kill Elena and Jeremy? Revenge won't even amount to what I'm going to do to you."

A laugh reverberated through her chest, "Yeah, o-kay. You know this isn't a fair fight Damon, yes you may be older, stronger even, but that doesn't even match what I can do to you within a blink of an eye. I didn't even have to be in the same room as Elena—hell, I didn't even have to be in the same fucking town as her to kill her."

At the reminder of his one true love's death ( cue gag ) — no, murder, he snapped. He vamp sped towards her, clasping his hand around her neck, holding her in a choke hold, she did nothing to stop him, not even lifting a finger to use her magic—she let him, he was acting on anger, pure hatred, while she was being smart with it, she was acting on pure survival instinct.

"You took everything from me!" He yelled out, violently shaking her as he spoke. Jordanna remained in his grasp, trying to steady her breathing as her face fell blank, whispers in her mind echoed as she froze, and just for a moment Klaus' evil gaze flashed her mind for a second before she snapped out of it.

Damon's brows scrunched in mild confusion as he heard the low muttering leave her mouth before she looked up and met his eyes, a slow smile pulled at her lips before he was flung back, body flying into the wooden tables and chairs that collapsed on top of him.

A groan left his lips and he lifted his head, getting a look at her. There she stood, baseball bat in hand. Damon came to a stand and glared over at her, "Gotta say, I did not miss that thing."

He grasped one of the broken wooden legs in hand and flung it in her direction, her shoulder slung back, avoiding the hit. Her grip on the baseball bat tightened as she swung it at the Salvatore's head, the man in opposition saw it coming, hand grasping around the wood and nails, a sting rang through his hand at the push of the nails grating deeper into his skin.

    But he merely ignored the sore, ringing sensation that spread across his palm and gripped onto the baseball bat tighter, bending the nails as he did so.

    Jordanna's eyes widened momentarily at the assault on her baseball bat and shot her other hand out—the older vampire's arm stiffened, his veins throbbed beneath the tan skin of his arm, pulsating at a concerning speed, his blood felt hot before a short gasp left his mouth, his knees buckled under him.

    The clatter of her bat hitting the ground echoed through his ears like a constant ring before her heeled foot swiftly shot across his face in a roundhouse kick, his head shot aside, blood poured from his nose, running like the dirty water that ran through New Orleans river.

    'Asshole,' Jordanna thought to herself, taking a step back as she looked down at him. She didn't know why he bothered, witch beat vampire every damn time. But just because she could rip his heart out with a blink of her eye didn't mean she was going to; 1. he was Stefan's brother, she may have been a bitch but she couldn't do that to Stefan, he was her best friend for crying out loud, 2. after what he had done to her and her family ( offering her up to Mikael, not stopping Esther, knowing of Elena's plan to kill Kol ) he didn't deserve a painless fight and 3. it wouldn't be fun if she just got rid of him like that.

    To Jordanna the fight was the best part. She liked to see what she could do, plus it helped her figure out her weaknesses and strengths, she could learn from it—become stronger. Something ( disgustingly ) her father had taught her.

    So when Damon struggled to a stand, fingers clawing at a sharp piece of wood from the broken table leg, she didn't put up much a fight when he sped towards her, the tip just barely grazing her heart.

    But there were moments like this when she thought what if? What if he just applied a little more pressure, puncturing her heart and rendering her dead. Would it be better? Would it put the voices and the taunting images to bed? Would she finally get peace or would it just haunt her more.

    But on the other hand, she wasn't stupid. If she let that happen her father and the spirits that deemed her an 'abomination' would win. After all, the spirits were the ones who did this to her, and her father had wanted her dead for as long as she could remember. And the last thing she wanted was to give her father his one wish. So, she fought on.

    Just as Damon moved to thrust the makeshift stake into her heart a struggle overcame his body and his hand shook tremendously, the stake hit the floor with a thud and his body flew back, pinned to the wall with an invisible force.

   Jordanna craned her neck aside, cracking the sore bone as she slowly made her way over to Damon. The top that sat on her chest tainted with a crimson stain where her heart laid, the usual Chanel glasses discarded somewhere on the bar-top, the short skirt sat low at her waist ( what can she say? she was stuck in the 2000's ) remained untouched, but her heels? Her heels stayed pristine, as they always did.

    "What's your biggest fear, Damon?" She asked swiftly, eyes peering up to stare at him.

    "What?" He spluttered out in a mix of confusion and irritation as he struggled against the wall.

    "Your biggest fear," she repeated, lifting a shoulder. "What is it?"

    Damon rolled his lips into his mouth before huffing, "Pftt, I don't know Jordanna, being eaten alive by vengeful bunnies looking for Stefan." Jordanna rolled her eyes at his words, pulling her fist tight together, shortening his breaths. "I-I would say losing those I care about but it seems you already got me there, so I've got nothing'."

   She rolled her eyes and made her way over to him, lifting her arms she placed her pointer and middle fingers on his temples and closed her eyes. Her eyebrows shot up and a sly look crossed her face, "Huh. You were right about the losing someone part. You're scared of losing Stef." Her lips down tugged in a mocking pout.

    Since she wasn't going to actually kill Stefan, she had to resort to other ways. And the other ways, so to speak, were the good ole' mind trick vampires liked to use on a weaker vampire; getting into his head.

    It wasn't hard, it's not like he put up much resistance. His mind was already reeling from the pain his body was dealing with. But then it happened, 'Stefan' stumbled into the room, holding a deep gash on his stomach as blood poured out of him, calling out his brother's name.

    Jordanna ignored the pang she felt in her heart at the image of the younger Salvatore and reminded herself that it wasn't real and it was all made it; Stefan was the puppet and she was the puppeteer, it wasn't real.

     When Damon's eyes scrunched shut more, face drawing with pain, cries for his brother left his mouth and Jordanna almost felt guilty for a moment; but it didn't last long, her hatred for Damon burnt stronger than any damn guilt could.

    A murmur left his lips, and a strained tear escaped his eyes which were still clasped shut and suddenly his tired body slumped to a drop, he was unmoving, still as a corpse, oh how Jordanna wished he was indeed a corpse, but in honour of Stefan, he wasn't ( as sad as it was ).

    She dropped her hold on him, letting him hit the ground, she moved back an inch, avoiding his floppy arm that smacked against the ground with a weird echo. Just to ensure that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, the end of her heel met his forehead as she sent it a nudge, coming to no avail.

    Her hands slapped against her thighs as she crouched down besides him and let out a sigh, her arm moved over to his  hand where his daylight ring sat and she plucked it off his hand, shoving it in her bra. What? It was a precaution. That way Stefan couldn't technically blame Jordanna for his brother's demise if Damon 'accidentally' lost his ring during the fight.

    "What am I going to do with you?" She huffed, finger prodding her chin as she thought.

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    "The pacific ocean?" The ( no doubt handsome ) delivery guy asked sceptically, eyes flickering from Jordanna down to the coffin that was being loaded in his truck. "You want it dumped in the pacific ocean? What is it? A bunch of drugs?" He scoffed out a laugh.

    Jordanna rolled her eyes, "I'm gonna go with . . .  yes because the actual answer may scare you." His brows furrowed before another eye roll escaped her, she moved forward, hands lacing on his shoulders as she huffed. "Now stop asking questions and do your damn job," she demanded, compelling him.

    The man silently nodded and went to assist the other men who were loading the coffin into the back of the van. Another man soon made his way over to her and held out a sheet for her to sign, she sighed in irritation and signed the paper anyhow.

    "I want it dropping in literally the deepest part of the ocean you can find, if you see sharks or some weird sea creature just go ahead and dump him there for me, thanks," she sent him a tight smile and shoved the clipboard back in his hand.

    "When you asked to borrow one of my coffins I was hoping it'd be something like this." His voice rang out from behind her, a slight amusement sat on his tongue.

    Jordanna resisted the urge to run away and avoid him, saving herself from the heartache, but instead she turned to him, seeing his blue, sad eyes shining back at her as he leant against the entrance of the Compound.

She was unsure of what to say in the moment, merely lifting a shoulder with a tight smile as her eyes glanced behind him, staring into the depths of the courtyard, "What happened in there?"

Klaus glanced back to stare into the destructed foyer, a sly smirk tugged at his plump lips as the previous night flashed through his mind. "Elijah and I got into a little spat," he shrugged. "Nothing to worry your pretty head about."

She rolled her eyes, "I never said I was worried. Curious, that's all."

Klaus nodded in false belief, "I'm sure."

"So, did you find Aubry?" Jordanna asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

A smile pulled at Klaus' lips. "You know her name, Jordanna, but to answer your question, yes, I did find her."

"And?" She asked, raising her eyebrows, fighting the urge to reach for his necklace that still sat around her neck, only tucked into her top so that he couldn't see.

"And we had a lovely little chat."

Jordanna shifted the feet of her heels, glancing down to the ground she hesitantly lifted her head, meeting his gaze, "You talked?"

"We talked," he clarified. It was like a silent question, was that all that happened? And the look in his eyes and his response said everything.

Jordanna nodded lightly, fiddling with the daylight ring that sat on her finger. "I better go," she began. "I'm supposed to be meeting Hales."

His hands clasped behind his back and he sent her a small smile, "Goodbye, Jordanna."

"Bye Klaus," she breathed out, name feeling weird on her tongue before she swallowed away the thoughts and made her journey.

When she had finally met up with Hayley, the latter was already busied on the phone while Jordanna glanced in almost every window of the stores they passed.

"Hey, Davina. It's me, we, um, are running a little late, blame Jords. But we should be there soon."

Jordanna rolled her eyes and flipped the Marshall-Kenner woman off and turned her gaze back to the litter of shops that ran beside her.

A shiver ran up Jordanna's spine and danced on the back of her neck as a warning, she tensed, body going stiff. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting Hayley's eye who sent her a small, brief nod in the direction of the shop window. Jordanna took a glimpse into the window, finding that a dark-haired man was slowly trailing them.

"On second thought, we'll be a little longer." Hayley announced into her phone before pocketing it, following after Jordanna as the younger woman took a sharp left turn down an alleyway full of abandoned construction equipment, planks of wood laid flat on the ground in desertion, hammers sat unused and of course Jordanna couldn't let those go to waste.

She grasped the handle of a hammer and spun on her heels, shooting Hayley a brisk wink as she disappeared into the darkness. The hybrid rolled her eyes at Jordanna as she felt a 'dramatic entrance' looming, and couldn't help but do the same.

The unknown man who followed after the pair suddenly made that same sharp turn the two women did, only to be greeted with an empty can of paint rolling towards him, his foot perched up, stopping it in place as he glanced around.

His jaw tightened, he took a few tentative steps forward when an annoyed huff sounded from behind him. "You're not very good at tailing people, are you?" Hayley asked rhetorically with an annoyed expression painted across her face.

The man spun at vampire speed to face her before shooting her way, landing behind her where he sent her a vicious sneer.

"My talents lie elsewhere," he merely stated, whispering down into her ear.

A sudden bang to his head had him collapsing to the floor as the flat end of the hammer Jordanna held in palm met the side of his head. "Ew," she muttered at the man, hearing a double meaning to his words, if you know what I mean.

A groan fell from his mouth as his hand shot up and he palmed the healing wound. His foot swiped out from underneath him, catching the bottom of Jordanna's feet causing her to fall to her ass, just as the man moved to come to a stand, she sped off before he could do any damage. He couldn't kill her, she'd miss her hair appointment!

Jordanna watched from against the wall as Hayley sent a punch towards his face, the man in question dodging it. The Jones woman pursed her lips and got her phone out and began recording the Marshall hybrid throw punches ( which mainly went tits up ) and receiving punches. "See, Davina," she whispered into the phone as the camera flicked back onto her. "This is the reason we're late. Blame Hales, not me. It's not my fault everyone wants her dead, I just have poor taste in friends . . . although . . . " she trailed off, watching as the man suddenly broke Hayley's arm, kicking her in the abdomen and shoving her against the wall in a choke hold. "Ah shit."

Choked gasps left Hayley's lips against the firm hands that wrapped around her throat tightly, the chunky daylight ring that sat on his finger pinched her skin in an uncomfortable way, pushing into the flesh of her neck. Hayley grasped at her own throat, gasping for breath as she tried to pull his hand away from her neck.

Two dainty hands covered his eyes and he stumbled back in shock, releasing his hold on Hayley. He grunted and turned to attack the raven-haired vampire, but before he could even begin to face her her hand shot out, moving slowly at the side of his temple.

She shushed him as her other hand rose and a cut formed on his neck as he struggled in her grasp. Hayley grunted in pain all of a sudden when her fangs pulsated from her gums. "Ow, ow, ow," Hayley grunted through her open mouth, the words coming out disgruntled. "Jordanna, what the hell are you doing?"

"Shh," the vampire shushed her, watching as venom from Hayley's fangs carried across the air, binding itself into the deep gash on the man's neck.

Hayley closed her mouth and shot Jordanna a glare, "You couldn't just let me bite him?"

"No," Jordanna said obviously, twisting her hand sharply, letting the man fall to a slump in her arms. "That was much cooler than you biting him."

"Seriously—oh! What the hell?" Hayley muttered under her breath as the raven haired woman shoved the man into her arms.

"Can you deal with him?" Jordanna asked, yet it was not a question. "I'm gonna miss my hair appointment and look!" She pointed to the top of her head, where her roots sat. "My hair is fading. I can't have that," she shrugged, slowly beginning to walk away. "Thanks, Hales!"

"Uh!-"

Before Hayley could even finish her sentence Jordanna had sped out of the alley way and onto the busy streets of the French Quarter. She made her way down to the salon, fiddling with the necklace that sat on her neck.

That necklace was like a symbol for them. The start of everything. It made up their entire love story. She had kept it on long before they were even together, from when they were just merely friends and it had stayed with her ever since.

It was like having him near though he wasn't there. Like he was close to her heart even though he was not within a mile of her. That necklace alone could bring a smile to her face, reminding her of the good times—and even the bad times, but in the end they had made it through those horrific times. She remembered the day when he gave it to her clearly, it was in the warehouse during the three month long trip to find werewolves.

And since then she had yet to take it off. Even when she died, ( the first time ) it still remained snugly around her neck, and when she slipped into that six month long coma, there it laid on her chest, pristine, like a piece of art work in a museum. Wearing it simply gave her hope, reminding her that that was . . . them.

But her light grip on the necklace fell as she glanced across the street and saw him. With her. Her footsteps faltered as she saw the bright smile on his face as he guided Aurora down the street. She couldn't remember the last time he had smiled at her like that, so bright, so happily. All she seemed to do now was bring him misery, she didn't deserved him, she was dragging him down into the depths of her despair and he didn't deserve that.

It wasn't fair on him.

She didn't mean to pick up on the end of his sentence, no, her heightened senses were all over the place. ". . . To show you my city . . . " Klaus trailed off as he felt as though he was being watched and when he saw her, his smile wavered.

But within the blink of an eye she was gone, disappearing behind the masses of people in the crowd. He felt as though his heart had shattered in the mere occurrence. Even though he had seen her for three seconds at most, the blank stare on her face did something to him. It hurt, so goddamn much. He missed how they used to be, but he understood that she was dealing with something he couldn't understand. He didn't blame her for that.

He just missed her—so fucking much.

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Jordanna pushed the doors open to the church—or 'gym', as Marcel had now called it. It was her first time visiting the gym, or any gym for that matter—what can I say? Jordanna was not a fitness girl.

She waved at Marcel in greeting who stood behind Hayley, seemingly on the phone to someone. The Marshall-Kenner woman paced up and down in front of the chair where Shen Min, the mystery man from earlier on, was sat, unconscious.

"Should we wake him?" Jordanna asked, stopping besides Hayley who had now come to a halt with her pacing.

"Yeah," Hayley nodded in answer, moving forward to snap at the unconscious man, but Jordanna beat her to it.

The Jones bent down, waving a hand in front of his face, "Hellllooo?" She asked. "Yoo-hoo?"

With his eyes still shut, Shen Min licked his dry lips, sweat dripped down from his hairline and onto his, now, pale face. Slowly his eyes began to open and Jordanna sent him a grin, "Hi."

Hayley took a step forward, crossing her arms over her chest, her voice drew Shen Min's attention to her, "Hm. About time. Now we can get started."

Marcel walked into the room, joining the three, taking his place besides Jordanna, a scowl rested upon his face and Shen smiled widely in amusement at that. "Yes, we certainly can."

Hayley cautiously took a step forward and knelt in front of him, looking him in the eye. "There's still time. If you talk, maybe I'll even get you healed." Her hand reached up and she prodded the gash on his neck, the man simply clenched his jaw and said nothing.

"Why were you following us?" She asked.

"Because we have use for you," Shen Min shrugged casually, ignoring the sharp pain that ran between his neck and shoulder. "Or, is it some other reason? You'll never know. And, it won't matter, because when I get free, I'm going to break your jaw as you did mine," he turned his head in Jordanna's direction, "break her neck, like she did me, and slowly pull both your intestines out from your body."

A small chuckle fell from Jordanna's lips, "Sounds like something I'd say. Is it bad I kinda like this guy?"

Hayley turned, sending her a deadpanned look, "Jordanna?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Marcel, on the other hand, felt alarmed by his threats, "Hey! How about we just calm down?"

Shen turned his attention to Marcel, sneering at him, "And you. The others were so pleased when you joined our ranks, but I knew from the start you were filth. You've proven it by siding against us. For that, I will end you, but not before you watch them die . . . screaming."

A tense silence loomed across St. Anne's, Jordanna cleared her throat awkwardly, "At least he's informative," she began, earning looks from the other two. "I-I like that . . . "

Marcel sighed in exasperation and placed a hand on Hayley's shoulder after rolling his sleeves up, "Right. Well, that's about enough of that. Sorry Hayley. Your turn's over. He's gotta die."

Just as Marcel moved to rip out Shen's heart, the man shot up at a quick speed and spun, smashing the chair that he was tied to against the doorframe and broke it into pieces, allowing him to get free from his restraints.

He picked up two of the broken chair legs that formed into something of a makeshift stake, Marcel quickly shifted into a defensive position, preparing for the fight and lunged at the man. Shen merely blocked his hits easily, shoving him so hard that he flew backwards, back smashing against the wall with a loud crack that went through Jordanna's spine.

The man turned, launching for Jordanna now, as she was the closest. The Jones woman picked up a kettle bell weight off from the floor and swung it in his face before he had chance to grasp at her hair, his fingers threaded through the ends, just missing her as she hit him across the face again, the man stumbled back.

"Asshole! Watch the hair!" She called out, swinging the kettle weight again right onto his hand, the makeshift stake that sat in his palm clattered to the floor and a loud crack echoed.

Shen Min grunted in pain, quickly snapping his fingers back into place before he jumped to his feet, grabbing her arm and twisted it behind her back, breaking the bone, his foot swiped under her, knocking her to the floor and he kicked her away like it was a daily occurrence.

Just then, Marcel appeared behind him, grabbing him in a bear hug and yelled out to Hayley, "Take him!"

The hybrid moved forward, reaching out to rip Shen's heart out when he suddenly sent his foot to her stomach, Hayley cried out, doubling over in pain. The man then elbowed Marcel in the face, roughly shoving him aside.

Marcel's body met the fighting cage and he bounced off of it, landing on his feet. Shen sped over to Marcel, plunging a hand into his heart. At the cry of pain Marcel let out Hayley staggered up, rushing over to help Marcel when Min shoved his free hand in Hayley's chest with palpable force, gripping her heart tightly in his grasp.

A smug look crossed Shen's face, "How poetic. Two warriors fighting side by side, dying together."

Just as he was about to rip their hearts out, his head shot up, veins in his neck tensed, pulsating. His hands shook as they slowly pulled out from their bodies. Marcel looked behind Hayley finding Jordanna stood, one hand shot out in Shen's direction whilst her free hand reached out and popped her shoulder back in place, her head craned aside.

Hayley stumbled back, shuffling against the floor, hands pawing at the ground, her eyes filled with horror as blood poured from Shen Min's eyes and ears, his body flung into the wall behind her and she spun at the loud, grating noise that left his lips. No matter how much blood, gore and death she had seen over the years of knowing Jordanna, there was something about the way she killed that unnerved her.

A short clear of the throat drew the trio's attention away from the man hung to the wall and they spun on their heals, turning to face Elijah who had now walked in, a proud look spread across his face.

"I was on my way to deal with him myself, though it seems you are fine all by yourselves," his lips perked in amusement. He held a hand out, offering it to Hayley, pulling her up from the ground. "Are you okay?" He asked her, a concerned look painted across his features as he took in the crimson red on her white t-shirt.

Hayley nodded in answer, assuring him that she was fine. Marcel, on the other hand, looked between the two in exasperation and mild offense, "Oh, we're fine too, thank you for asking." He gestured between himself and Jordanna who leant against the fighting cage with a nonchalant look on her face.

Elijah sent Marcel a flat look. "I needn't ask about Jordanna, she can handle her own-," at his words a mocking smile pulled at the Jones' lips as she sent Marcel a teasing middle finger, "-you on the other hand seem to not understand basic instructions Marcellus, the next time I ask you to take out the trash . . . try not to dally."

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Elijah had ( stupidly ) asked Jordanna to move Shen Min to the floor so that they could have a 'proper' chat with him, he insisted on the matter, he said that it was 'indecent to talk to him whilst he was strung up against the wall like a butchered pig'.

For extra precaution Jordanna impaled the man with a long piece of wood in the abdomen, weakening him further. As Jordanna took a cautious step away from the man, she sent Elijah a fleeting look, "Seriously, I don't think we should've moved him. If he gets all murder-y that's on you, Elijah."

Elijah gave a small eye roll in response and nodded his head just as Marcel spoke up. "Between blood loss and that freaky venom thing JJ did to him, I'm not sure you have enough time to get answers," he informed the Mikaelson.

Elijah circled Shen, turning his head to address Marcel. "Then let's make the most of it," he lifted a shoulder underneath his pristine suit, facing Shen Min once again. "I have questions," he began, slowly moving forward before tugging the stake out of his abdomen. Jordanna clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes at the action. "I want answers."

Shen turned, in an attempt to get to his feet and attack, but Elijah merely grabbed him in a choke-hold, staring into his eyes with a cold expression. "Why were you following them?" He compelled.

Shen tried his hardest to remain silent, but the compulsion was simply too strong to resist. "I was ordered to removed them from the playing field. They are obstacles to the thing we truly want."

Jordanna and Hayley shared a glance, whilst Marcel took a protective step in front of the two. Elijah's jaw clenched, he licked his lips and pulled his eyes from Shen's, "Which is what?"

"Davina Claire."

Marcel looked back at Jordanna, the two having a seemingly silent conversation, worried glances blurred at his confession.

"What do you want with Davina Claire?" Elijah asked.

"Tristan needs her to activate a weapon to use against your family," Shen answered unwillingly, grating his teeth as he did so.

"What weapon?" Elijah's anger only grew at the revelations that left the man's mouth, his grip grew tighter when he remained silent. "Forgive me. I'm having a little difficulty hearing you right now. Speak."

Shen let out a struggled breath, "I'd . . . rather . . . die!"

He used up all of his strength and pulled himself from Elijah's grip, falling weakly to the floor. Before anyone could make a move towards him, he pulled his daylight ring off and immediately burst into flames.

Jordanna rocked on her heels, rolling her lips into her mouth as his mangled corpse hit the floor, "Well, I don't think we'll be getting anymore answers from him now . . . " she shrugged as everyone turned to her and sent her a look. "What? If he had just stayed up on the wall, like I said, this would've been so much easier. I hate to say I told you so, Elijah, but . . . I told you so."

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Jordanna sat at one of the benches in the gym, now that it had all calmed down it gave her time to think about everything. To think about herself, Klaus and the baby.

She didn't know how she felt, she couldn't tell. All these feelings were clawing at her heart, trying to tear their way in but she had locked it up in a little cage, keeping it close to her chest, protecting it from anything she didn't want to feel. But there was something about seeing Klaus smile so widely at Aurora that made her drop her guard and the lock broke, shattered as she felt her heart did at the sight.

"Hey," Marcel's voice broke her out of her trance, she looked up plastering a fake smile on her lips. "You okay?"

"Of course," she shrugged mindlessly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Jordanna-"

"Nope," she shook her head. "We don't do that."

"What?"

"The heart to heart shit," she sent him a stern glance.

Marcel sighed, taking the seat besides her on the bench, "Look, we don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna', but I just wanna make sure you're okay, J, you don't have to pretend with me."

Jordanna sat silently for a minute. When was the last time she had actually spoken to somebody about how she felt? Usually, she strayed away from it, she didn't like heart to hearts and talking about feelings but there was something about Marcel that made her trust him. Perhaps it was because he and Mary were close and she wasn't alone in the grieving of her mother, or it was the fact that it was just Marcel, he had this sense of making someone feel safe, within the first few seconds he had known her he had deemed her safety, others wouldn't do that.

"I saw him today, with Aurora." A slow, bitter chuckle left Jordanna's lips, fake smile twitching at her lips. Marcel almost reeled back in shock, he hadn't actually expected her to confide in him. "He looked happy, Marcel. He had the biggest smile on his face, I can't remember the last time I had seen him smile like that. I just . . . " she paused, taking a breath. "I don't know . . . I feel like I'm going insane. He doesn't deserve that shit Marcel."

Marcel let out a small sigh, "He loves you, Jordanna. I've known Klaus for a helluva' long time and I've seen how he is with you. This Aurora chick from a billion years ago won't change how he feels about you. From the first moment I saw you two together, I knew that man was in for it. You're Jordanna and Klaus. Messy and goddamn irritating to be around. But it makes you both . . . you. You need time, I understand that, he understands that. But he lost you for six months, Jordanna, and then you woke up and he lost you again."

She was stuck. She didn't know what to do because what she was doing right now, it wasn't working, dealing with her issues alone, it didn't work. She just pushed them aside to the back of her mind, trying to forget about them. But she couldn't forget, and therefore she couldn't heal. It was moments like this where she longed for Klaus, just to even be in the same room as her, but she was scared that if he was too close she'd see things she didn't want to see—what if it just pushed him away more?

She just simply didn't know what to do.

AUTHOR'S NOTE !
HAS ANYone watched
the oc cos if they have
Kaitlin cooper's personality is
literally what Athena would be
like as a teen

i can't express my hate
for writing fight scenes

cami and naomi are finally
getting some writing time
in the next chapter!

IMPORTANT QUESTION: should
klaus sleep with aurora
and bc he sleeps with aurora
jj sleeps with someone else

yes:

no: