The Allure of Darkness - Chapter Twelve | K.M
Klaus Mikaelson x oc slowburn series
Word Count: 2.3k | Warnings: Drinking, compulsion
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Chapter Twelve - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
With a swift knock on the door, you stumbled into Rebekah’s mansion – hands full of coffee, her breakfast and some bottles of wine.
“Hellooo?” you sing song out, looking around for the blonde Mikaelson. She appears at the top of the grand, curved staircase, a pleasant grin on her face as she makes her way down, trash bag in hand.
“Oh, Charlotte, you didn’t have to do all that,” she says, approaching you and taking some of the load from your hands, guiding you toward the coffee table in the sitting room.
“Stop, it was no big deal,” you shrug, placing down the to-go box and bottle of wine.
“Wine huh? This early in the day?” she teases with a smirk not unlike her brother’s.
“I figure we should treat ourselves after we clean up this wreck,” you grin.
“I like the way you think,” she concurs. “I truly don’t understand how teenagers make such a mess.”
“Agreed,” you roll your eyes, ripping off a trash bag from where the roll is placed on the counter.
Cleaning up only took about an hour, which the two of you filled with music and chit chat to pass the time. Rebekah compelled herself a maid to do the remainder of the disinfecting type cleaning, paying her a handsome fee so that you guys could move on from the dreadful task.
“So, I need your help,” Rebekah states as she comes back into the room with a garment rack on wheels full of dresses. “I have nothing to wear for this pageant!” she exclaims.
A chuckle escapes your lips as you stand up, doing a once over of the dresses hung on the rack.
“I am sure that’s not true,” you respond sarcastically, seeing at least twenty or more dresses on the rack alone. “And I suspect you have more than just this,” you tease. Rebekah grins as she disappears back into her closet, coming out with not one but two more garment racks.
“Oh my God!” you laugh. “I own maybe ten dresses, tops.”
“Yes well, I am centuries older, love,” she smiles. “And this isn’t all of it either, just what I have at this house. I have loads more,” she shrugs like it’s not as big a deal as you think it is.
“We’re going to need a fashion show,” you laugh, reaching out to touch the lace on a dress.
“Already on it!” she claps her hands and five girls walk into the room, already wearing dresses.
“Rebekah!” you laugh aloud, attempting to scold her for compelling the girls for her personal use but also finding it pretty funny.
“What? I paid them to be here, just compelled them to be quiet and obedient!”
Another laugh escapes your lips and you shake your head.
“If Elena could see this…” you start, chuckling at all the things she’d have to say about ‘free will’ and ‘taking advantage.’
“Ugh, she's such a drag!” Rebekah rolls her eyes.
“Alright, let’s see,” you step closer and stand in front of the five girls. “No, no, definitely not, maybe, and… maybe,” you point at each dressed girl, leaving the two remaining that were wearing a red cocktail dress and a black lace mid-length dress.
“I like you more by the minute,” Rebekah grins, dismissing the girls to change and sort their dresses.
The next three hours pass by in a flash, both of you having a great time sipping wine, trying on dresses and enjoying your private fashion show. Rebekah convinced you that you ‘simply must’ borrow one of her dresses for the pageant, after you mentioned how you had nothing to wear and no interest in Miss Mystic Falls – however, you were obligated to go.
“Dark colors look so good on you,” Rebekah compliments as you try on your third black dress.
“Matches my attitude,” you joke.
“Rebekah?!” a male voice calls out from the front room
“Is that–” you start, your confident aura suddenly dropping, and Rebekah rolls her eyes.
“What do you want, Nik?” she hollers as she stomps toward the large open doorway. Klaus appears before she even gets there. Suddenly self-conscious in the black dress, you move to turn down the music on your phone, slightly out of his view.
“What? Can’t I simply come over to visit my baby sister?” he asks as he saunters into the room, his gaze immediately finding you.
“No, not usually,” Rebekah sneers.
“Charlotte,” Klaus greets, doing a once-over of you. “I see my sister has you thoroughly occupied,” he teases sarcastically.
“We are prepping for the Miss Mystic Pageant this weekend, for your information,” Rebekah growls, snatching a dress he had picked up from his hands.
“Ah, and you’re going to this…pageant?” he asks you.
“Uh, yeah, I don’t have a choice. Founding family obligation," you explain unenthusiastically.
"Ah yes, Charlotte Fell,” he responds, emphasizing your surname, his knowledge of it catching you off guard.
“Why are you here, Nik?” Rebekah huffs.
“Well, it would appear that Elena has solved our problem with the hunter… I came to share the delightful news,” he glares at his sister.
“So then we won’t be able to find the cure, after all…” Rebekah sighs.
“Precisely,” Klaus grins happily.
The five girls come back into the room in their new dresses at this moment, interrupting whatever Rebekah was about to say. Klaus makes himself comfortable in a chair, stretching his arm out and looking you up and down once again.
“Do you mind? We’re busy,” Rebekah growls.
“Not at all. By all means… continue,” Klaus smirks, pouring himself a glass of wine from his seat.
Rebekah huffs loudly and turns to you.
“Honestly, he is such an arse,” she groans, turning her attention to the girls. “You can go now, forget everything, take the money,” she compels them, and they go back into the walk in closet to change.
You look at the pile of dresses set aside for yourself that had caught your eye.
“I still think the red is the best,” Rebekah says softly, referring to a red one in your pile that you tried on earlier.
“It’s way too revealing,” you remind her.
“So? It’s sexy.”
“Let’s see it, then,” Klaus speaks up from his seat, catching your attention.
“No way,” you respond.
“Oh come on, I won’t judge,” he grins.
“Unfortunately, I have to agree with my bastard brother here and insist. It’s my favorite.”
With a sigh, you pick up the red dress and go to change into it. Your nerves build up quickly as you slide it on your body in the large closet, afraid of what Klaus may think or say when he sees it on you. It is a halter top, form fitting cocktail dress that left very little to the imagination. Yes, it’s sexy – but it makes you feel very… seen.
Stepping out hesitantly, Klaus’s face drops when he sees you. His lips are parted and he places down his wine glass that he was just about to drink from. You see his eyes trail slowly down your frame, taking you in.
“See? Sexy,” Rebekah confirms.
“It’s too much,” you state, crossing your arms, feeling insecure.
“My sister is right,” Klaus starts, still taking you in, before his eyes finally return to meet yours. “But as are you. It isn’t your style. You should feel comfortable, you’re clearly not,” Klaus points out.
“But she looks so good! Plus it’ll catch the attention of every guy there,” she smirks at you, as if that is what you want. Klaus’s face falls and he glares at his sister for a short moment before looking back at you.
“Even more reason to pick another,” he shrugs, trying to be nonchalant.
Suddenly, he stands, approaching you, and picking up a black lace dress. He turns to you, close enough that his body heat is radiating onto you, and outstretches his hand, offering the dress to you. “Try this one,” he says softly.
You hesitantly take the dress from his hand, your fingers brushing his as you do, and scamper back into the closet to change, eager to try on a dress that he picked himself. Why? You didn’t know the answer to that question yourself, just that you really liked the idea of wearing something that Klaus liked.
You stepped out hesitantly once again, but not feeling as exposed as before. It is a black halter top dress that is shorter in the front, long in the back with layers that flow out elegantly. The dress hugs your curves and bust without exposing them, and the dark color helps to conceal you a little more. There is lace trimming around the neckline and a lacey cut-out on each side of your waist.
“Well?” you ask when neither of them speak, but are both staring at you.
“That’s the one,” Rebekah speaks up, clasping her hands together once in approval.
Klaus takes you in then nods once, swallowing thickly and taking a step back to grab his wine.
“You look stunning,” he concurs, and you feel your cheeks heat up immediately.
“Thank you…” you blush, looking in the mirror. “I like it, this feels more me.”
“Ah, now we have to finish deciding on mine!” Rebekah places your wine glass back into your hands and grabs your bicep, pulling you over to her pile. “We’ve narrowed it down to three – the green, blue and gold.”
She holds the green one up and looks in the mirror, and you take the moment to lean against the table beside Klaus. The other chair in the dressing room connected to Rebekah’s closet was stuffed full of dresses, and Klaus stole the only other seat. You leaned your bottom against the fine wood, taking a sip of your wine before placing the glass down behind you, leaning your palms against the edge. You try to ignore how close Klaus is, and how you are standing over him, his eyes burning into your body.
“I like the green, but I just wore a green gown to our wretched Mother’s ball… So I’m thinking blue or gold.”
Klaus rolls his eyes and grins up at you, acting bored.
“I like the blue but it feels more like an evening dress,” you give your opinion, and Rebekah swaps the green dress to hold the blue one up in the mirror.
“You’re right, it does,” she inspects herself, then glances at the pile of dresses. “So, who is taking you?” Rebekah suddenly asks without turning around. You furrow your brow and shrug.
“I was planning to go alone, I don’t even want to go in the first place,” you respond, ignoring Klaus’s burning gaze beside you.
“Surely guys have asked,” she says it more like a statement than a question, and grabs the gold dress.
“Well… Yeah,” you start, and now Klaus’s gaze feels like he is burning right through you. “But I said no,” you shrug.
“So you’d rather go alone?” Rebekah finally turns and shoots you a confused look.
“Than go with someone I don’t like or don’t want to lead on… Yeah.”
“Huh,” she shrugs, turning back to the mirror and looking at the gold dress. “You should go with Matt, at least.
You scoff aloud and head back into the closet to change into your regular clothes.
“He’s my best friend, not a date,” you call out.
“That’s why he’d be perfect – no confusing feelings, no strings.”
You ponder it in your head for a short moment, and realize that she does have a point. If you were to go with anyone, it would be best to go with him… But you secretly wished you could go with Klaus… Not that you expected him to ask, or to even attend in the first place.
“You make a good point, but he’s not going, and I really don’t mind going alone,”
“I’ll take you,” Klaus suddenly speaks up right as you walk back out. Both yours and Rebekah’s heads snap to him, but he looks unphased and confident, even shrugging casually.
“What?” you ask, as if you heard him wrong.
“I will gladly escort you to this little pageant, if you would like,” he grins.
“You? Go to a pageant? For no apparent reason?” Rebekah asks, crossing her arms.
“Not for no reason – to escort Charlotte here,” Klaus side-eyes her, but keeping his focus on you. Your heart is thumping in your chest and you momentarily don’t know what to say.
“Mm… You must really fancy her,” Rebekah grumbles, and Klaus shoots a glare in her direction.
“Well?” he asks once his gaze is redirected back to you.
“Oh, well… Uh… I would like that…” you start. “But you don’t have to feel obligated–”
“Great, it’s settled then,” he grins at you, somewhat arrogantly.
“So you’re just stealing her from me then?” Rebekah glares.
“You were just offering her up to the quarterback,” Klaus points out with a less than pleased expression, standing from his chair. He grins as he passes by, and you can smell his cologne as he walks by, his aura as he walks leaving you breathless as he heads to the doorway. “I have some business to finish up… I will meet you there, then, love,” he smirks before heading for the stairs, leaving you speechless and once again alone with Rebekah.
“He is infuriating,” she grumbles under her breath. “Are you okay? Have you forgotten how to breathe?” she asks, seemingly concerned and sarcastic. You clear your throat and nod, trying to regain composure and ignore the thoughts racing through your head of being Klaus’s date.
“Guess you don’t have to worry about finding a dress Nik will like… seeing as he picked that one,” she motions to the dress you were still holding in your hand, which you look down at and blush once more. “Wow, you really do fancy him… Just look at you,” she teases. “Have you met my brother? I know he can be charismatic, but he can also be a huge arse.”
You giggle and shrug, unsure what to say in response.
“Ugh, makes me sick,” she groans, but you see that she’s not being fully serious.
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