Chapter Six:
“So he magically charmed you?” Elijah questions, one brow quirked and tone amused. He settles a napkin across his lap nonchalantly.
“He didn’t magically charm me,” Klaus denies, feeling his lips settle into a deep scowl.
“Oh, so he just regularly charmed you then, did he?” Kol drawls in a bored tone. He stabs his fork into a piece of steak, bringing the meat up to his lips and swallowing loudly around it. There’s blood splattered across his white button up shirt and the side of his neck — beside his feet on the floor lays an unconscious body, neck twisted at an odd angle and eyes open wide in shock.
Rebekah scrunches up her nose in distaste and Finn sighs tiredly. “What have we told you about bringing extra… meals to the table?” He asks, his lips turning down into a disappointed frown.
“That I shouldn’t do it in front of you?” Kol quips, shrugging his shoulders. “Besides,” he says, “if Klaus can wax poetry about that human boy, then I can bring dead bodies to the table.”
“I do not wax poetry about him,” Klaus stresses through his teeth.
“Uh,” Rebekah makes a face. “Yes,” she says. “Yes, you do—”
Kol holds his hands to his chest, “Oh Zero and his beautiful blue eyes—”
“They’re grey,” Finn cuts in with an utter, tone exasperated.
“And humans don’t purr,” Klaus adds, sending Kol a dirty look.
Kol rolls his dark brown eyes in return. “And cats do. What’s your point?”
There’s a beat of silence, where the rest of the Mikaelsons stare at Kol with the same deadpan gaze. And then it clicks for the youngest, his eyes widen as he lets out a quiet, “Oh.”
He turns his line of sight towards Klaus. “Zero is the one purring,” he breathes out, like he’s amazed at the piece of information.
Klaus rubs a hand down his face, clearly done with Kol.
Elijah does good work of covering up his laugh behind a cough.
——
“Look!” Zero exclaims, shoving a piece of paper into Sherry’s face. “Looooook!”
Sherry bats the offending piece of paper away from her pale face. “Stop — how am I supposed to look if you keep shoving it into my face? — Zero!”
“It’s my third husband,” Zero says as he pulls the paper away from Sherry with a grin. “It’s Yusuke Urameshi. Look at him Sherry, he’s perfect.”
Sherry stares at the printed out animated character on the paper with a flat look. “It’s an animated character,” she says, tone disappointed.
“Your third husband?” Klaus asks from where he’s sat at a neighboring table. He glares at the piece of paper held up by Zero almost like he’s trying to will it to catch ablaze.
“Why isn’t anyone asking why it’s his third husband?” Rebekah raises an eyebrow, sipping at her coffee.
“Right,” Kol nods his head, “what happened to the first two?”
“I don’t know,” Zero says, staring off into the distance. He slowly turns his gaze until it matches Klaus’s own. “But they both deceased.”
“I would know,” Sherry pulls her notepad and pen from out of the front pocket of her green apron, “since I had to bury them.” She turns with a flourish, muttering something about needy customers and walks to another booth.
“Okay — did she just admit to murdering two people?” Kol waves a hand in the air with an awkward movement.
Zero avoids eye contact and shrugs, he pockets his paper into the front pocket of his own dark green apron and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Don’t take her seriously,” he smiles. “Anyways, is there anything else you’d like to order today?”
Klaus opens his mouth to answer, to say that he wants Zero to sit in his lap so he can hold him or perhaps even to ask if he can have the picture of that animated character so he can burn it, but alas he gets interrupted by the diners doors flying open.
“Out of my way peasants!” A female voice dramatically exclaims. “Your queen is walking through.”
“Oh, brother.” Zero breathes out. He tries to look annoyed but the corners of his lips are twitching as if he’s keeping himself from grinning.
Klaus turns his line of sight towards the doors. There’s a female stood there with long, pretty black hair. It flawlessly falls over her shoulders and down her back. A fringe runs straight just above her eyebrows and across her forehead. She’s dressed in high end clothes; a large and faux, black fur coat, some sort of asymmetrical black and white skirt, a loopy earring dangles from each ear and a pair of black sunglasses are perched upon her nose. She walks straight towards table four, the heels of her boots clicking against the floor and the multiple bags in each hand swaying as she does so.
“Zero!” She grins, showing off her pearly whites. She shoo’s someone out from their seat at table six, the table opposite number four and sits down with all her bags around her. “I’d hug you, but I still smell like three out of your twenty uncles.”
“I don’t have twenty uncles,” Zero mutters. He scrunches up his nose, turning around as he quickly counts across his fingers. “Do I?” He asks himself, making a face.
“Attention back to me, please.” The newcomer snaps her fingers twice and suddenly the diner is empty of any human beings. Kol turns his head this way and that way and then whistles lowly. “Alright, that’s sort of impressive.”
“Oh my god, Sai.” Zero’s grey eyes widen with panic, he opens his mouth to say something else but then clicks it closed with an audible sound. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he stares at the Mikaelsons.
“I know, I know. I’m awesome.” The female — Sai, as Zero has called her — crosses one leg over the other. “Now,” She starts, “where’s my wife?”
“She’s right here and she’s annoyed.” Sherry slams her notepad onto a nearby table, posing with one hand on her hip. She narrows her dark eyes at Sai, swiping a tongue across her bottom lip. “You made all my customers disappear—”
“— All your human customers,” Sai cuts in. “Everyone left here is either dead on the inside or doesn’t have a heartbeat.”
“What’s the difference?” Rebekah asks, leaning her chin into the palm of her hand. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders and down her chest.
“I and Zero have heartbeats, but technically we’re still dead on the inside. The rest of you? You’re all actually dead.” Sai answers with a shrug. She pushes her sunglasses further up her nose and then stands to her feet. She mocks a bow, pinching each side of her asymmetrical skirt and lifting it up. “Sai’s the name. I’m part Witch and part Ghoul, a hybrid is you will.” The female grins.
Kol raises both his eyebrows. “Ghoul?”
Sherry sighs, long and suffering. “Ghouls are a carnivorous and cannibalistic humanoid species that are only able to feed on the flesh of humans and other ghouls.” She explains.
Sai wiggles her eyebrows. “You would know, wouldn’t you? My beautiful cannibalistic queen—”
“Step any closer and there will be a divorce—”
The two females squaffle, Sherry runs around to the other side of the diner and Sai runs after her, laughing loudly. “I love you—”
“Thanks—”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait… Sherry is a Ghoul as well?” Kol questions, head tilting and eyebrows raising.
Zero pauses, mouth parting open ever so slightly. “Uuuuuuh,” he drags on, avoiding eye contact. “You could say that, I guess.”
“You guess?” Rebekah drawls.
“He guesses,” Klaus says in the same tone, lips curling into a smirk when Zero shoots him a glare.
“She’s part Ghoul and…,” Zero trails off, twisting his fingers around each other. “Part… Zombie.”
“No,” Kol shakes his head, voice filled with denial, “she isn’t.”
“Yeah,” Zero nods his head, “she is.”
Rebekah twists in her seat, turning around so she’s facing in the direction where Sherry is trying to pry Sai off from her being. “An actual cannibalistic queen,” Rebekah muses. “Nice,” She says with a nod of her head.
“And you?” Klaus asks, shifting so that his whole body is facing Zero’s. He matches his cyan coloured gaze with a grey one and doesn’t let it go.
“I’m…” Zero trails off once again, teeth biting into his bottom lip, “pretty sure Sai and Sherry are going to break the counter if I don’t stop them soon.” He lets his shoulders drop, grey eyes flickering to the two females fighting beside said counter.
Klaus clicks his tongue when Zero quickly makes his way to the two females.
“Oh, gross. Now you both smell like three out of my twenty uncles.”
“Group hug!”
“Absolutely not! Get off!”
//1483 words.//this took me three days to write and idk why. procrastination at its finest, i guess.
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