𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆; 𝐞. 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

- part eight, mind compulsion

Manicured fingernails dug into the rough skin of the partner, the head tilted to the side to prevent a longing glance in the mischievous darkness behind the teal orbs. Running away wasn't an option, it would draw more attention than the rapid hammering of the heart. Vampires of all ages scattered between the crowds, and every single one was able to hear the increased pounding against the cage of bones.

„Anger is a very ravishing look on you, love." A hand sprawled out on the small back, Niklaus pushed the figure tighter against the clothed chest with a smile.

„You're deaf, aren't you?" Veronika hissed underneath a short breath, head snapped back to the pleased expression on the male's face. While the muscles in the slender figure were tensed up, the well-built body was beyond relaxed. „Back at Roselle's I told you to leave me alone, and to not call me love again because it's utterly disgusting."

„By now, I thought Elijah has told you that I'm very bad with following the commands of another person." A chuckle rolled off the tongue, which followed a second later to lick over the plump bottom lip. Lids fluttered close with force, taking two to three long inhales and exhales of air to calm down the enraged, bubbly feeling in the pit of the stomach. Fingernails dug deeper into the back of Niklaus' hand but the smallest amount of pressure didn't lure out a reaction of pain. Instead, the Hybrid chuckled with amusement and increased the waves of anger and desire to avenge the loss of important memories.

"What do you even think you're getting out of this, huh?" Whispered words were spoken in a rude manner, a part of the witch that she hasn't shown to the newly met people but in the eyes of Veronika, Niklaus didn't deserve the patience and gentleness. Hate and disgust weren't the accurate description for the feeling boiling inside of the veins, heating up the blood in the veins and causing the magic to unravel without the want to. In the presence of the hybrid, the control over the unlimited powers vanished underneath the clouds of anger and rage. "Does it please you to hurt innocents around you?"

The questions caused Niklaus to shake the head, another chuckle erupted from the throat but the amusement about the situation was gone. "Do you think I forced you to tap into magic because I wanted to see the endless suffering in your eyes? A single, thick eyebrows raised, the second part of the music came to an end and offered the change to exchange partners. While Niklaus tried to hold on to the brunette, the calloused fingertips pressing into the thick purple fabric on the back, Veronika wiggled herself professionally out of the tight grip. A motion learned throughout the late night shifts at the Mystic Grill. Drunk men assured tormenting hours of flirty compliments and groping the innocent waitresses and baristas. A rude comment wasn't allowed, it would displease the owner and cause unsatisfied customers.

Twirling in circles into the arms of the next male person, Veronika's forehead laid on the black dress jacket of someone. Gentle hands traveled around the waist, finding the fitting place in the curve between back and bottom. Finger twitched mildly, announcing the desire to move further than any man was allowed at this time. It didn't take another second to pass, as Veronika leaned the head back, two flat hands placed on the chest of the male and pushing the person slightly away to prevent further contact. Looking up through the thick, black lashes, a quiet gasp of surprise escaped the mouth at the smug smirk on Kol's face.

„Alright," Eyebrows raised at the indescribable impertinent behaviour of the Mikaelson, the dance continued around the discussions with several pairs joining the former ones in the middle of the room. While the crowds gathered around, the confrontation and declination was overshadow by loud music and cheerful laughter. „What the hell do you think you're doing, Kol?"

Arms crossed over the cleavage, Veronika decided to take another step back, increasing the personal space after a threatening touch. Kol mirrored the actions, folding the hands neatly behind the back but with the generous movements, the mischievous expression didn't disappear. „A thought crossed my mind while seeing you being handed from Elijah to Niklaus, and I might have decided to try my luck with a honorary guest of my brothers."