Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 12: o' come all ye faithful

SUN peaked its way in and hit Klaus directly in the face. He groaned slightly and rolled away from it. When his arms made contact with something other than the silky sheets, he opened his eyes to see Ingrid peacefully sleeping next to him and beamed happily. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer so that her back was pressed firmly to his chest.

Klaus planted a soft kiss on her bare shoulder before resting his chin on the top of her head and closing his light blue eyes.

Ingrid felt his warmth and snuggled closer with a smile crossing her face subconsciously.

The couple fell asleep in their embrace and the only sound filling the room was that of their shallow breathing.

When late morning came, Carol Lockwood had asked Klaus to contribute a painting to the charity event for that night.

Klaus was in the parlor painting on a canvas while Ingrid was reading one of the Twilight books. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and glanced up at her husband. "This portrayal of vampires is laughable. I assume the reason they sparkle is because she continously references their skin to be translucent and hard as stone however I feel it has been applied poorly."

Klaus glanced passed his canvas to look at her with an amused expression. He was about to comment back when Stefan walked into the room and looked at the painting. "Looks like a giant snowflake."

"I prefer to think of it as an expression of postmodernism." Klaus answered with a proud smile. "It's my donation to the Winter Wonderland charity event."

Just then, Adrian entered the room and looked at Klaus. "You said it was urgent."

Klaus directed his attention to the hyrbid and pointed at the painting. "Yes, take this to the Mystic Grill immediately."

"You want me to be a delivery guy?" Adrian questioned in disgust, hoping to be ordered around for more than a simple task.

Klaus walked forward and closed the space between him and Adrian. "What I want is for you to do whatever I say. Without the attitude."

Adrian grimaced and walked.over to the painting. He picked it up and started to leave the room as Klaus called out to him. "And be careful with that. It's still wet."

"Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, you know." Stefan commented with a pointed look.

Klaus smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What is the point of my hybrids being sired to me if I can't maximize on the benefits of free labour? What are you doing here?"

Stefan walked down the stairs, further into the room with an upset facial expression. "Elena is sired to Damon."

The couple glanced each other with unreadable expressions before Ingrid stood up from her chair and approached the Salvatore with an amused face. "Actually... she is sired to me." She said calmly while closing her book and setting it down on one of the tables.

Stefan glanced at her in confusion and shook his head, rejecting her statement. "No. She listens to everything Damon tells her to without question."

"Because I told her to." Ingrid explained with a small smirk.

"She's sired to... you?" Stefan questioned as his face began to slowly turn into one of realization. "You told her to stop struggling and she stopped. You told her to listen to Damon and now she does everything he says. Which means..."